Long Mission Poems
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Feel the wonders of every word
bring poetry scent to the world
break any chain of hate and rise
our differences, let's harmonize.
Unleash inner beauty and bond
reach out for me and sing your song.
The peace and Love of fairy tales
let's relish, give no heed to pains
I'm human inside who's awake
my seeds of Love are true not fake.
Unleash inner beauty and bond
reach out for me and sing your song.
The heart but a rich land to feed
to a mission of Love souls cede
true nature no need to translate
God's gifts and grace in us innate.
Unleash inner beauty and bond
reach out for me and sing your song.
Life, of no sense and dimension
if no concern and compassion
every single soul is a source
of streams of Love, let's track its course.
Unleash inner beauty and bond
reach out for me and sing your song.
Feeling like Mac Miller should I pick a DVD
Or keep telling them leave me be
The stress is overwhelming, and I think it would be easier just to end it all
And then I think about everyone who I would be leaving or letting them fall
I feel bad and guilty which makes me want to keep going
But what about what I want
Seems to feel like Texas when it's snowing
Non-existent
That's how I feel sometimes or if I left that it wouldn't be that big of a difference
So, kill me now because some days I don't have the strength to do it myself
Other days I get a right turn away from going to heaven early
These are the thoughts in my head this Sunday morning
And I wish it was raining so I could go outside and walk in God's tears
And wipe all the bad thoughts away for another moment
Another day
Another tomorrow I will love my battle with depression
Embrace this counseling session listening to ascension
Continuing to move to the next mission
p.s. living is worth it, but you have to keep breathing to see what's next...
By the river Piedra I sat and wept
By the river Piedra I sat down and wept,
With secrets and sorrows too heavy to be kept.
In six short nights, my life somersaulted,
And all of my plans were suddenly halted.
You have grown to a stalwart with lurking eyes,
And I am here with my swollen eyes.
After all these years, "Why now?" I asked,
"Why seek a future that might not last?"
"Why can't it be now?" you retorted,
"Why live in the shadows of years we’ve aborted?"
"I have loved you," I said, "under heaven’s firmament,
While you were in the monastery, seeking refinement."
You were sophisticated, yet you chose me,
But I was so confined, and I still doubt what you see.
"Am I just your distraction?" I asked you,
While clearly you are my heart's destination.
I asked, "Did my love keep you back from your mission?"
You said, "Love is the light that strengthens our vision."
They say you can heal;
Will you reclaim the heart that you dared to steal?
You perceived the feminine face of God,
While I hid my own face, feeling lost and so odd.
You promised to be my Joseph,
Yet I know I am not the Maria for you.
With a desperate heart and a spirit apart,
I turn from the engine's heat;
And you are there,
To heal my heart's despair.
A better friend I can never find
One so loving, caring and kind
Even though I let Him down
And cause His face to have a frown
He still loves me in spite of all that
And on my back He gives a pat
And says, "It's ok son, I still love you"
Most people know Him as a carpenter who was a jew
What makes Him different from others was the mission that He had
To please the Father in heaven, to make Him glad
By sacrificing Himself, so that we could be free
The second person of the Holy Trinity
Stripped of His glory to become like one of us
The wonderful counselor, His name is Jesus
He didn't care about the pain that He had to endure
Because His love for us was very pure
A crown of thorns was placed upon His head
He took our place on the cross and died instead
So that we could be free from the wages of sin
All we have to do is believe in Him
Believe that He died for our sins and rose again
Then we can all become born again
And spend our eternity with Him
In a place that is far from grim
The absence of hope nests upon my shoulders like epaulettes of desolation,
with its poisonous warmth that has burned my skin to the bone, leaving purple scars,
crimson cuts from endless waiting in the antechamber of miracles that never come,
and yet it's strange how hope extends its hands with free bandages, like a merciful lady.
Despair no longer frightens me as it once did when I was a child hiding under blankets,
it has become the new currency of my creativity, with which I pay for poems and dreams,
transforming ruins into metaphors that shine like the jewels of fallen kings,
molding wounds into colored crayons with which to paint strength on the walls of my soul.
Neither despair nor hope feel like they belong to me in this life anymore,
as if I had inherited someone else's emotions, like clothes worn by strangers,
so now I sit in the laboratory of my heart and repair sadness into fine humor,
transforming pain into jokes that make the world laugh instead of cry.
I am an alchemist of feelings, a craftsman who pours the lead of suffering into gold,
who learns to make from each blow of fate a line of verse that heals,
from each disappointment a story that makes others feel less alone,
from each sleepless night a melody that soothes those who cannot sleep.
In the workshop of my silence, where only my shadow and I work like two artisans,
I take the broken pieces of hope and glue them with laughter until they become mosaics,
I take the threads of despair and weave them into stories that warm frozen hearts,
because I have learned that the greatest art is to make beautiful what hurts.
Perhaps I no longer know which emotions are mine and which belong to the world around me,
perhaps I have become a mirror that reflects others' pain and transforms it into light,
perhaps my mission on this earth is to be the translator of suffering into joy,
to be the bridge between tears and laughter, between despair and hope reborn from its own ashes.
And so I sit, with the epaulettes of hope's absence gleaming on my battle-weary shoulders,
with hands full of bandages that I offer to those who need to heal their wounds,
transforming each day into an alchemy laboratory where the miracle is not hope,
but the ability to make light from darkness and from silence a symphony of understanding.
No more bare cupboards,
fridge, and deep freezer
since returning with more than
our share of daily bread
referring to this mister, who
frightfully squawks like an old geezer,
plus the missus
also ain't no spring chicken,
being locked within crosshairs
elderly stage, she doth dread
ample carload for us,
alleviating this bum searching
for crumbs to tweezer,
thus powdermilk raw bits of biscuits,
I need not scavenge, scrape, scrounge...
substantial commestibles
allows poet taster to breathe easy
inadequately satiates the missus,
(whose Godzilla appetite) defies
(cole) laws of nature to beef fed
predominantly healthy food,
that weighted our automobile like a led
zeppelin choking, intermittently
kickstarting, sputtering... along,
asper in (faux wheel) wheezer
putting utmost pressure
borne by taxing groovy tire tread.
Once mission (not so impossible,
but blessed relief) complete, I did aim
upon returning where we live
to acknowledge gratitude and claim
salvation for charitable deeds,
yours truly doth exclaim,
these volunteers, none I know by name,
nonetheless, a hearty poetic L'Chaim
afforded folks, who commandeer,
confidently coordinate quite efficient process
despite minor lament regarding
heavy toll stressing bulwark
quaking chassis, ripsnorting driveshaft,
shimmying entire automobile frame...,
hence no matter
our exhausted 2009 Hyundai Sonata
puttered along somewhat lame,
kudos to dedicated good samaritans,
worth their weight in gold to tame
hungrily growling, noisily rumbling tummies.
healthy choices allow, enabled,
and provided us to secure provender
eases glum countenance of this clown
gratuity finds me bowing down
paying metrical obeisance
versus depleting meager monies
engendering botox frown
nipping in bud
forestalling need going
grocery shopping
to the nearest town.
Privilege folk are a different breed,
they don’t know what it is to need,
they're unaware they live in greed,
from our spectrum they are freed.
Without need there’s no want,
greed means you’ve got,
need breeds anxiety, worry,
while greed removes the plot.
You must deal with worry without a purchase,
it’s the seed of fear that makes you nervous,
while greed just kills the value and purpose,
the thrill of the chase experience surplus.
When exposed to nerves you build composure,
you can’t buy things and switch your focus,
mission through grit with hope unsure,
while money illusions, hocus pocus.
The rich will pay to distract their mind,
they unwind they don't live the grind,
they just move on leave it behind,
escaping, they don't face mankind.
They put down people that live on benefits,
as if handouts aren’t their whole life benefit,
they don’t fear money or can't clear a debt,
go hungry, basic needs don’t know regret.
Hard times build character, it sees us through,
with the privileged, well, it’s not what they do,
they stay the same, their situation does too,
they don’t get this poem, nope, no clue.
Things in life that we’ve all done,
gaining know how though it weren’t fun,
you still thinking the privileged won?
Just look at their life, null nude numb.
January 17th, 2020, a moost memorable outing at Collegeville Diner
A hardy acknowledgement yessiree
to the blessed sister Amelie worthy
of such beloved, devoted,
feted husband Rich truly
bestowed predicated upon
random chain of events
i.e., accidental, biological,
and genealogical happenstance prithee
applauding, apprising, and appraising key
kith and kin flavoring, enlightening,
and charming every
life ye and said spouse...
chance circumstance doth avail
your lucky charms to recipients receive detail
impossible mission to annotate here,
nonetheless with gusto courtesy
gratitude yours truly does exhale
regarding unconditional loving
creatures great and small
unbridled zeal without fail
truevalue analogous, yet exceeding
fine spun gold woolworth paltry holy grail,
nor can infinite wordsworth express hale
low, and brotherly love,
(equals at the least $20.00)
an introspective male
i.e. me, whose recent keen awareness
of vital specialness doth prevail
when a little boy quivering
scared as baby quail
his older sister genuinely
ranked high on importance scale
emotionally caring despite many travail
experienced by prodigal son
of Boyce and Harriet,
who frequently if not always did veil
steaming, roiling, quaking...
blubbering like a whale
Ahab oft times admit floundering chick
hen daring to venture metaphorical
unfamiliar muddy waters
unlike legendary Moby Dick
thrashing restless legs vainly kick
starting how to live think
lost at figurative sea
with nary an iota
abandoning ship lick
kitty split never trying
to overcome self doubt
when chased, teased and easily
trounced by bullies quick
as greased lightning
to cower on all fours
calling out for Ranger Rick
(or other unsung hero),
whose highlighted schtick
nowhere in sight, thus I got treated
analogous as some cheap trick
praying for salvation,
ye thence fended off beastie boys
(poetic liberty I take)
as veritable hooligans
threatened with wick
cud lee to thrash hide of
Matthew Scott imposing arbitrary
eminent domain despite
supposedly safe sanctified bailiwick.
Began during wee hours
of December first
tooth house sand nineteen
steeply self immersed
within insomnia, hence
sudden creative cloud burst
fingers slower than
fleeting thoughts, I cursed
nonetheless stitched,
doctored and nursed
the following continued
hours later with pursed
lips seriously, silently, and soundly
trying to craft lame poem, the worst
among feeble efforts,
among countless attempts
showcasing, (no rhyme nor reason)
yours truly versed.
Found muss elf unable to easily doze
haint no lamentable hallucination
found me froze
imagination begets, births and
breeds nightmare, whereby
humongous cannibal grows
name of Hannibal finally
an end to existential woes,
cuz every academic endeavor
yielded nothing but zeros.
Loathe blatantly outright
to turn toward life of crime,
yet I realize benefits
such as flextime
plus one functions
as independent consultant
off hours studying sign
language to pantomime
in the event victim
of unfortunate circumstances
deaf mute, or simply to
enhance gig being sublime.
Quite aware impossible
mission to succeed,
in the capacity writer,
hence quick income accrued
cash on demand guaranteed
apprenticeship provided with
on the job training indeed
course donned incognito
trumpeting, essentially greed
aware potential billionaires
minted he/she doth only need
venture capitalist to recognize
lucrative opportunity keyed
nsync with song that tops
the charts invariably lead
singer plus natural born
prodigy polymath, prolifically breed
ding all Forbes thirty under thirty
helping to buzzfeed
one after another cottage industry
flourishing analogous
to hardy ganja weed
allowing, enabling, and
providing ample time to read...
tea leaves predicting prodigious fortunes.
I got on the bus
And sat on the front seat.
With bifocals,
The man sitting next to me
Greeted me with a Smile
And said, “Good Morning”.
On the way,
Sitting by the window
And being bewitched by
the black moon's shadow
His words ‘stunned my soul.
“An executive of the state
Demanded me a letter from the camp
"If I need the pension"
"If I need the pension."
His words broke my heart
For me, no more vision
A great dedication
In the mission,
But not the passion or fashion
Though only a call from his office
To bring a letter
“He enjoys my traveling
Far away from the city.
“I wish I could see your face,
But I am so sorry,
My world is black”.
I got off the bus,
But the thoughts of mine
Blow like a wind.
Men have no gratitude
To a man of yesterday.
For me, that great soldier
Is a Man of everyday.
Oct. 8, 2020
Will To Survive Poetry Contest
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