Long Motioned Poems
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To motivation I listened.
Daylight greeted, and bid farewell
but I still listened.
Night came
Peeked though the window,
watched as I roamed around
comprehending what I had listened to.
Days turned to weeks,
and weeks to months,
then years, almost in unison
Yet nothing came about
I listened still
to motivation like a
motive motioned to
evocate.
I believed and crazy I was labelled
I fell and laughter
erupted from their throats
hoarse yet mockingly infectious.
"You can't do it", "you're only a dreamer"
they mocked and concluded.
But I still listened
Diligent, helpless
yet submissive to conquest,
and now
I listened,
conceived, and attainment is tied
around my soul's
successor, for thee who listens
in abundance gift's he shall obtain.
Walking slowly in utter dark wholly stripped and laid bare
Tears running down my face and a tightening in the air
Heart screaming a deafening silent desperate prayer
Carrying the broken pieces of a life full of ware
Abruptly piercing the sea of black was a beam of light
Silhouetting a tall bearded man who was twice my height
Piercing flame-filled yet loving tender eyes burning so bright
The Son of God had appeared before me all dressed in white
Laying the pieces at his feet eyes swelling turning pink
Barely uttering "I'm broken" as I felt my soul shrink
Chuckling the Son of God grabbed all the fragments with a wink
Little one you are not broken this is not what you think
Purposely placing pieces on the floor with flair and glee
Forming a vibrant mosaic of color and of me
Completing his masterpiece he motioned to come and see
With a loving embrace he whispered "Nothing but beauty!"
The only Christmas present I want is to see my sister, I said.
My husband took a deep breath, but agreed to the six hundred mile trip.
This was 1970, and airline tickets were too expensive, so we would drive.
When we got into town a person at a four-way stop sign waved.
I did not recognize her, because she had gotten a new car.
She pulled over and motioned for us to pull over too.
It was my sister! How weird.
We had travelled six hundred and three miles.
She had not known we were coming, and we ended up at the same sign.
I jumped out of my car and into hers. My husband waved good-bye.
He was going to our mother’s house to take a nap. I was invigorated.
My sister said “Let’s go up town and look at stuff.”
“Sounds great!” I said. We had a terrific day.
We had not seen each other for five months, so we had to catch up.
We stayed up until two a.m. talking. Not tired in the least,
“I can sleep on the way home,” I told my sister, and I did.
NOT For contest, wrote this on the beach today and realised I'd wrote over the 20 line max, thought I'd post it anyway.
What follows reads like a tall fishy tale
How I nearly died in a force ten gale
I had hired a boat with my family
For a blissful ten days out on the sea.
All was going well and then came a storm
For this time of year it wasn't the norm
Told the kids to get inside; also my wife
What follows is true, I swear on my life.
A lightning bolt hit the side of the boat
I prayed to God that we would stay afloat
Disaster had struck and the electrics blew
And to get safely home I hadn't a clue .
Now all the family were getting frantic
We were adrift and I tried not to panic
I said "We'll be missed help will come along"
Then I could hear it, a beautiful song.
Looked down into the water and to my surprise
Mermaids swimming I couldn't believe my eyes
Seven beautiful girls all with long hair
I was in shock; all I could do was stare.
One pointed to the side at a coiled rope
Was this even real and was this false hope
Then she motioned again and said to throw
They all grabbed a piece and began to tow.
I must have dozed off and the next I knew
We were being helped by the harbour crew
One said "No power, you came to the docks
And how the hell did you avoid the rocks"?.
My family had slept through it all too
The sea was calm now and the sky was blue
Everyone called me hero of the day
Couldn't find words didn't know what to say .
I held back telling them the true story
It wasn't me that should get the glory
I thought of the rope and how we were towed
On boats side it was coiled and neatly stowed.
How can I forget, I owe them my life
Also my two kids and of course my wife
Mermaids are real I hope you believe me
I saw them that day swimming in the sea.
Written 23rd September 2019.
"Be still…
and know God!"
Present in every
atom, manifestation of being:
The chatter of the day --
our desires, fretting,
unsettling nature of seemingly
sometimes fathomless night –
can turn us, unwittingly from
ever alert angels~ vigilance
of inner eyes
who see all, inner
ears, ever listening
to a song of love, a tacit
sense of divine vibration~
an ever present, eternal touch
realized as awesome supernal
intimacy –
God is
juice of every heartbeat,
every fluttering leaf motioned
by his spiritual breath –
every cloud,
every beam of sunlight, glitter for a sail
of constantly changing, evolving shape and color
leading us to lofty awareness,
for conscious
relationship with the omnipotent love who made us,
and eternally guards while journeying with us….
We are never alone
division from one another
from beautiful Core Source, a lie
an illusion in the theater of Time and space
to eventually be dissolved….
Drenched of hell’s insanities
Sending chills this tortured spine,
as aches precede the worded fiction
Sorted truth does rest sublime
beneath the light of benediction
Broken dreams of compass flair,
directions cast a blinded waning
Trusted roots abridge the square
of all that’s lost and is remaining
Washed along this fertile beach
of sanded hope and history
Tasting o’ thy patterned speech
as common phrases come to me
Desolate my cornered mind
of images I pray be true
Dangling the lost to find
retaliation in my view
Pray, oh be, as life does rattle
chains of only mist to turn
Laughter like some long fought battle,
in amongst we tend to learn
When the calling comes so random,
names are lost on open seas
One by one in columned tandem,
drenched of hell’s insanities
Take me of thy deepest suture,
so that I may feel the end
Black as night o’ bleakest future,
paint your shadows once again
Razored claw and broken arrows,
filled with such, the violence
Playing through the endless narrows,
falling to my own expense
This, a life that's not worth living,
not this day, not anymore
Breaths so tethered in their giving,
pull the drapes and close the door
Take a seat your exits' waiting,
frozen hinges squeak in time
Find the map for navigating,
somehow through this wicked rhyme
Follow me, I know the heading,
down this staircase, up the hall
End those futile tears you're shedding,
she's not waiting for your call
Through this doorway stenciled broken,
toss your heart there on the floor
It is but a useless token,
you'll not need it anymore
You’re now privy to the meaning,
whether you do understand
Motioned light, this night is leaning,
let it take you by the hand
Now of time and missing portal,
through the lens of sights unknown
Nothing whispers you’re immortal,
for this day you have been shown
It’s Halloween my souper friends.
Posting a few dark ones today. : )
..My Name Is Pete..
Up beat down to earth feet planted but not yet on them, my name is Pete...Eh Hem
...i am hopeless romantically driven, living a walking day dream of things gave and given forgave and forgiven, pride stricken but uplifting...mind made from the street my name is Pete, short for Peter, kind hearted but now to the point where if you don't care...I won't care either...improvisioned mind strong that words escape from wrong...my words are mine...written sloppy but revised to be perfectly neat...
my name is Pete...I am poetic artistically gifted me...
it's not clear to see cause I hide it for a bit for my self composed reflection...
my words are mine...they are my sunshine...my turpentine....my intoxicating mind destructive weapon, never letting....
my pen get a break from the constant fast circle motioned shake,
I write words 'til pens break...
up beat down to earth feet planted but not yet on them...eh hem...my name is Pete. my poems are written down to be discrete, I show the chosen few to read the real Pete...the passioned compassionate...hopeless romantically driven...pride stricken...up beat artistically gifted down to earth planting my feet to be on them...eh hem...my name is Pete
By: Peter T. DeSpirito
...Bob’s gun went off with a resounding bang,
the bull lurched, then slumped slowly to the snow.
Bob let out a loud cry of primal joy,
and down to his kill the three of us did go.
He gave up a short chant in the Pawnee tongue,
then pulled out his knife and got to work,
Gus called in to let the meat-cutters now,
when Bob reared up from the kill with a jerk.
He had cut a piece of the bull’s liver,
and he proceeded to eat the chunk raw,
don’t know if it was tradition or not…
one of the strangest things I ever saw.
Gus seemed to take the act all in stride,
then motioned me to come follow him out,
now was my chance to get myself a bill,
and I tell you my heart was beating loud.
We did not do back to where the truck sat,
just proceeded down a low ridge on foot,
Gus knew of another who hung out close,
we moved fast, the morning light was quite good.
It took nearly forty minutes to track
to the spot where we found the aging bull,
he pawed at hard snow, looking for grass,
his head huge, his form covered in wool.
This was the moment I’d been dreaming of,
I was too excited to feel much fear,
took my aim with an antique Sharp’s rifle,
the sort that was used by the pioneers.
Off went the gun! The round hit hard and fast,
but the massive beast did not drop right there,
he charged angrily, and Gus screamed,”Move it!”
we booked booked it, heading for anywhere
But the charge was just a final outburst,
the big bull slowed and collapsed on his side,
by the time we stopped and turned to see it,
the aging bison had already died.
I took home a hide I used for a coat,
and ample meat, bison sure does grill well,
also the horns, but the best thing I got
was one hell of a story to tell…
Cupid Pulls Back The Bow
This café I have stopped to dine,
with hopes I’ll meet my Valentine
I’ve seen her here most every day,
just never had the nerve to say
I took my seat at table two
and ordered what I usually do
Then noticed something just not right
my eyes they caught the strangest sight
It sat up there upon a shelf
with wings it looked as if an elf
An arrow held within its hand,
as if it had some evil plan
When then as I sipped on my tea,
I saw his arrow point at me
His one eye closed, the other stared,
by now I’m feeling really scared
Just then she walked into the place,
a perfect smile upon her face
I watched her as she took her seat
to order something good to eat
She motioned me to join her there,
come take a seat, this empty chair
When suddenly from in my eye
I saw his arrow start to fly
I thought real quick, I had to duck,
it missed me, that was my good luck
Then hit the guy at table three
who quickly dropped his cup of tea
Oh boy, the look upon his face
is one my mind can not erase
I made my way to sit with her,
She said, “I am so sorry sir”
“I motioned not for you, you see
but to the man at table three”
He sat right down where she did dine
and said, "Please be my Valentine"
Something had come over him,
his heart was feeling young again
She told him that she felt the same
and was so happy that he came
They kissed as I just walked away,
I felt so stupid on this day
About the place my eyes did look
in every cranny, every nook
And there still sitting on the shelf,
he shrugged his shoulders, did the elf
And at that time I came to know,
don’t duck when cupid pulls the bow
1/5/17
Written for the Cupid Pulls Back The Bow Poetry Contest
Sponsored by Mystic Rose
Dottie had been looking past the relatives for sixteen days
Staring out the window, at the pasture, seeing angels
They motioned for her to come, but she was never alone.
Her daughter did not understand the death process
A parade of people came in to check on her
Some had so much perfume, they caused coughing
One did not understand Dottie’s appetite was long gone.
This visitor ate a pound of marshmallow fudge in front of her.
Finally, on Wednesday afternoon there was a lull.
Eight minutes between visitors.
Dottie’s soul soared out the window, through the farm gate
Toward her forever home, accompanied by her angels.