Long Mends Poems
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In deep slumber madness, she comforts me
Appearing, unencumbered, from the mist
Subconscious suspension our nightly tryst
Erasing my mind of bad memories
She mends and warms my soul so tenderly
Imbibing my thoughts and heart with her kiss
Lovingly fulfills a long ago wish
Thankfully restoring my sanity
Regularly she visits in silence
Enlightening my dreams with wholesomeness
Wiping my tears of angered betrayal
Exchanging her love for malevolence
I awaken with renewed happiness
Refreshed from the angelic portrayal
an original poem by the "poemdog" Daniel Turner
Italian Sonnet rhyme scheme abba abba cde cde
14 lines 10 syllables per 140 syllables 80 words
Glints flashing, gloss on dew washed dawns
as sun dances in glowing flames
soft flow of light like graceful swans
autumn mist swells, playing her games
as sun dances in glowing flames
kindness prepares the voice of grace
autumn mist swells, playing her games
easing heartbreak time can’t erase
kindness prepares the voice of grace
secret faith mends melancholy
easing heartbreak time can’t erase
raising moods who’re creepy-crawly
secret faith mends melancholy
autumn stirs some semblance of hope
raising moods who’re creepy-crawly
pouring out love so hearts still cope
autumn stirs some semblance of hope
psalms of praise, written by bright leaves
pouring out love so hearts still cope
consider the season who greaves
psalms of praise, written by bright leaves
soft flow of light like graceful swans
consider the season who greaves
Glints flashing, gloss on dew washed dawns
leper i am
oozing is filth
come, Great I AM
rid of this spilth
i, the leper
lack sensation
and such shatter
cause these lesions
leper i am
so far from God
irked-- eye problem
joy-- i forgot
leprosy rules
hurting all friends
carelessly drools
nothing it mends
leper i am
all seems hopeless
step in, I AM
this heart's loveless
leper i am
please do linger...
... touch, Great I AM;
heal each finger
leper i am,
monster-- all hail!
long race i ran
from self, oh fail
o Great I AM
take over now
hurt many Man
enough pain now
leper i am
no more to be
bid Lord, "do scram"
infections flee
leper i am
hideous; stinks
i touch Your hem
healing in Wings
leper was i
but help me still
each day, oh my
has its fair deal
God; constant help
You did befriend
my rotten self
Thank You. Amen.
It is that season again
When men are men
In the upper class ready to defend
Their social status as leaders
With innocent images of being sweeter
Finding ladies to be courted
Despite not being able to afford it
Girls flip the magazine pages
While their beaus make their wages
For one evening out
Acting mature looking good no doubt
They call it a formal dance where the chivalry carries the gentlemen lance
Escorting their ladies
Who were childhood mate tees
Filled with beauty talk they have that certain walk
Onto the dance floor
Innocent romance in store
Prom night is here and trying not to sneer
Since it is good bye to friends
After thirteen years together in one community of academic social mends
It is your stand, your plan to take command
Kids no more saying kindly adult hood open the door
I come alive at night
So much I wanna do
Street lights lit up to the left and right
The world is asleep as you should be too
Enjoying late nights at an early hour
My body won't let me sleep
Mind keeps thinks about BEEP
Thinking of late nights of days gone past
Adventure, darkness, running too fast
Thinking of late nights at an early hour
Certain things r better 2 do in the late night
Thinking of past things in spite
Tomorrow is full of hope, come what may
Living under the stars is my day
I love late nights at an early hour
Bonfires & good timez in the late night
Passion burning oh so bright
Lost touch with those people & friends
Darkness brings forth & daylight mends
Missing my late nights at an early hour
"On my journey through life, I have met people like weeds
and flowers; I let all the weeds wither; and gather up the
flowers in a precious bouquet." Quote _ Constance
I have had many kinds of friends,
in this life of twists, dips and bends;
and have given many so called friends their ends,
after looking deep with my souls zoom lens;
I have seen there is no hope for us that blends,
and no chance of healing that mends !
Oh, my foolish heart has always been willing,
to accept people into my heart with love filling;
but, I have found often they are just not joy instilling,
in fact, their behaviour and actions are chilling;
and all friendship on my part killing !
So, my bleeding heart lets go of the weeds,
for I cannot accept their evil deeds;
letting real friends grow and bloom like planted seeds,
and my "true blue friends" I wear like a string of beautiful beads !
Yes, my foolish heart has been broken lots of times,
but, with friends that matter my heart and soul chimes;
and even if I only have a few friends our love climbs !
Truth, I do not feel stupid for having a foolish heart,
for in life and this journey some scars are part !
So, I wear my scars with pride like a Zen warrior !
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April 02, 2022
Poetry/Rhyme/My Foolish Heart
Copyright Protected, ID 04-1445-071-02
All Rights Reserved, 2022, Constance La France
Written for the Premier contest, My Foolish Heart $
sponsor, L MILTON HANKINS, Judged 4/04/2022
"Remedy"
In the stillness of love, we find our grace,
Not in haste, but in the sacred space.
The world may tremble, the tempest may call,
Yet love is the anchor, the essence of all.
It mends the heart, it soothes the soul,
A divine elixir that makes us whole.
Through shadows of doubt, through the veil of night,
Love illuminates the path, guiding us to light.
We rise not in solitude, but entwined,
In love's embrace, our spirits aligned.
To heal another, we must first be whole,
In love's gentle balm, we restore the soul.
In the fragility of breaking, in surrender’s grace,
Love’s true power emerges, a celestial embrace.
Release the burdens, relinquish the fear,
For in love’s presence, all becomes clear.
With every breath, with every sigh,
Love is the force that lifts us high.
We ascend, we heal, as one we soar,
For love is the remedy, and love is the door.
Lev
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*Note
This poem explores the transformative power of love as a healing force, guiding us through life's challenges and inner turmoil. It speaks to the quiet strength found in surrendering to love, where one can find peace, wholeness, and clarity. With each verse, the poem delves into the essence of love’s ability to mend the heart, soothe the soul, and illuminate the path to inner light, while highlighting the interconnectedness of all beings. It invites us to embrace love as the key to healing, self-discovery, and the profound journey toward spiritual wholeness.
The Gardener
She’s twenty-three and he’s eighty-six
He walks with a Zimmer, she watches Netflix
He has a mansion and a Maserati car
She has her diamonds and uplifting bra
They have a gardener, Chatterley like
He calls her miss, she calls him Mike
The Zimmer frame plods, slow to react
The house has a mystery, lover’s pact.
She shops online for all she desires
Mike cuts the wood, mends fences, builds fires
The Zimmer makes its way until out of sight
She fills up with chocolate, champagne and sprite
Mike is now naked stripped to the bone
The Zimmer appears a long way from home
The Gardener obliges and helps him undress
Kissing together out of sight of the press
She buys designer clothes, Armani, Dior
He is quite happy when she asks for more
The paperazzi claim, she’s dug up her gold!
Zimmer loves the gardener his story’s untold.
David Cox 17/06/20
A male dwarf and a female fairy are two best friends in a fairy land. They grew up together and became old sweethearts before the fairyland disappeared.
Both the dwarf and the fairy were humans long time ago. And it is their second life to become a dwarf and a fairy as such.
Not everyone believes in reincarnation, but regardless of any religion (or no religion at all) many things still exist -- in spiritual and physical forms.
The dwarf, named Emir, is a hardworking one. He has a collection of different coins in his small house -- a mound above the soiled ground. Underneath the mound is a big house where he can stock a thousand sacks of old coins and new coins and more. He mends shoes too and an artist in his own right.
The female fairy, named Cana, is a female harpist. She loves singing. Since five, she can't understand why she is afraid of iron, even silver. Her friend Emir changed the strings of her wooden harp from metal strings to nylon. And almost everyday they sing together. Cana collects old buttons and loves playing with plastic coated-paper clips. She lives in a tree, a hundred feet away from Emir's mound. Both of them live near the foot of a small mountain. Behind this mountain is a volcano separated by a river.
One day, the volcano erupted. Everything within ten miles from the crater were covered with thick ashes.
On the second day, more molten rocks were spewed by the volcano and were mixed with the waters of the river. Many trees were obliterated.
On the third day, heavy rains followed as the volcano continues to erupt.
On the seventh day, the skies cleared and the volcano was calmed.
Where's Emir and Cana?... What happened to them?...
Two days prior to the volcanic eruption, they already moved to a different place -- so far away from the so called "fairyland"...
My heart begins to pound
Like raindrops, collapsing on my roof
My heart begins to thump
Like the drums – making rhythm in the night
From my youth,
I knew no goodness
Teach me His truth,
So that I will someday meet success
From my youth,
I knew nothing at first
Teach me Your truth,
Or I’ll be left to thirst
On my own…please see me through
The pane…the pain sticks to me like glue
I had an active and cheerful heart
But, evilness cruelly broke it apart
And who’s the one to blame – well, me
I had an innocent and naïve soul,
But agony and shame took its toll
It’s sad, but it’s all true
I hear my heart beat – my heart bleeds blue
And…now I call
Him…who mends us all
My heart skips a beat…
I have shaky, nervous feet
As if I was about to perform on stage,
However, I won’t dread it…
I won’t sweat it