Long Night Poems
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If I could lift you up, my friend,
I’d lift you to the stars.
And send you sailing ‘round the skies
Like a comet, fast and far.
As you lead the way through night and day
In pursuit of higher calls;
If I could lift you up, my friend,
I’d lift you over walls.
Of concrete, steel and those who deal
In discontented realms;
If I could, I surely would
Put you behind the helm.
To steer the path that nature hath
Placed within your power;
If I could lift you up, my friend,
You’d stand above tall towers.
Looking down and all around
Like Aphrodite in the air,
In the days of yore long back before
You knew somebody cared.
From out in the wings where angels sing
Guiding you then and now;
If I could lift you up, my friend,
I’d never let you
down.
Depressed by the facts of him who he had
chosen.
Loud mouthed and foolish, he'd often make mistakes
using what was stored never replenishing it. She bought
twenty cans of canned sausage (number #10 cans).
She would be the devout wife but she needed to
handle the situation with the delicate detail of a
looser type woman. She bought three packs of tennis balls
and the night that he would work late she would hide
in the bushes and toss the balls at him while his friend watched.
When he worked late he'd often bring the guy next door home
with him allowing his wife to go to work instead of
him coming off the clock to bring the car to her. While in the
bushes she saw ( first the principle rule of love is allowing yourself
to be loved: it's key to the healing parts of being bruised). While in the
bushes the car pulled up
and low and behold the two fools drove up with two boxes talking about putting it the boxes in the garage so the wives wouldn't find out about
what they would be be doing.Pissed off she frowned. Theories based on
these truths only allowed her to become
angry. "Con Furore" might I find peace: she roared as her wondering made less able to be still. Losing her footing she cursed and rattled the bushes. Causing a noise that made both men to be aware of her. "Honey" what you doing in the (G2dd#mn3d Bushes! She stumble towards his cursing I was gonna learn ya in front of your freinds to embarr you. Since we surposse to set an example in our budgeting. See but you done gone
and bought and spent and eatin with out replacing. I was gonna learn you Mister !"
In shadows cast by moonlit, fading light,
The knights of obsidian rise, shrouded, bold,
With armor forged in the depths of the night,
A whispering tale through the ages told.
Their swords a gleam of darkness, cold and keen,
With every strike, they weave a fate unkind,
For in their hearts a tempest stirs unseen,
Long past redemption—only wrath confined.
Yet underneath that veil of dusk and dread,
A flicker lives—the dreams they dare defend;
Against the tide on which all hopes are fed,
These warriors sorrow’s bitter threads transcend.
So heed the call where shadows intertwine:
Not all that's dark is lost; some light can shine.
Let me take you to the beach tonight,
underneath the bright moon light.
The stars I have invited too especially for you.
I will whisper sweet nothings in your ear,
so soft that only we can hear.
We will walk hand in hand along the shore,
the water shimmering like never before.
The sand so gritty between our toes,
the cool night air tickling our nose.
Ive dreamed like this before,
though this time it feels like more.
So vivid and so real it must be the way I feel.
there is more to this I know,
I carnt forget my promise of long ago.
I'm glad for it's a beautiful day
For it's a day for a new beginning
To restart but more aware than yesterday
I'm glad I made it
For it's a day our God as made
So i'll rejoice and be glad in it
Even amidst circumstances
Gratitude is a gateway
For more, to be happy
Is to be free from external outcome
I am glad for breath without stress
I breath in life from source
Out life for plants
I'm glad, for love
I find lovely people allover me
Showering on me unconditional love
Elevating and awakening me to the truth
I'm gad, for the roof over my head
God blesses the source of creativity
I would have been sleeping on the streets
I'm glad, for I have clothes to wear
To cover the scars of life
Uncovers the beauty to be portrayed
I'm glad, for I have food to eat
Surviving here is not easy
while thriving and striving
In Africa, Nigeria to be precise
I'm glad, for I am healthy
Healthy without medicines
the remedy for another illness
A apple, a day away from the doctor
I'm glad, For companion
I always find company in my path
Making my journey worthwhile
I'm glad, for the living
Respect the dead
Support the living
As it's not easy to be outcast
So, it's not easy to strive
I'm glad, when they said I can't do it
I am possible, nothing impossible
Whatever I put my minds to
I always push through
I'm glad, for water
The source of life
To drink
To bath
For cleaning clothes
And more
I'm glad for the sun
The source of light
In the day
healing absorbed energy
From others
It helps me dry my clothes
I'm glad for the moon
The source of magic
The light at night
The womb of earth
I'm glad for the stars
They makes the galaxy beautiful
Makes a lot of memories
While stargazing
I'm glad for the nights
I find time for myself again
Time to ease on me
From all the stress
Caused by the day
I am glad for the
Blessings I can't see
Post but can feel
On the way
Be glad so
You don't get depressed
Over life issues
Others opinion
Unknown
Be glad, for there's always
Something to be grateful for
If not LIFE!?
Be grateful for God
For the sun as risen
Because nothing
Is above our Father
Almighty in Heaven
The art of creating a visual response to a piece of writing is known as a reverse ekphrasis ie the inverse of the centuries old poetic form of ekphrasis.
The most well known example being Charles Demuth 'Figure 5' based upon a W C Williams Poem.
EMAGI is a recent variation of a reverse ekphrasis derived by the advent of the widespread use of hand held digital communication devices -where words in digital symbols /letters can be represented as a shape
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The rainbow covered the sky
In the open night,
While the moon gives
Its smile to the
Figures dancing beneath
Its light.
A million miles of memories
Are connected
To the hopeful dream
Laying ahead of us.
With diyas lighting every corner
Of the streets,
The temples glow to cast out evils.
The smell of sweets runs
From family to family.
Under the swaying balloons
And flying lanterns,
Tribes become a family
Offering puja.
The children bow with
Excitement
To receive their parents’ blessings.
When light conquers darkness
In this hopeful night,
Lord Rama’s return to Ayodhya
Is witnessed.
His victory over the demon
King — Ravana — is proved,
With music playing,
Families sharing with friends
And strangers,
While Lakshmi prepares
Wealth and prosperity
For her children.
I hear the wind chimes in the breeze singing listen-listen are the angels also singing joyfully in the warmth of the day the chimes are ringing out in a symphony it is like a heavenly choir right outside my door.
The joy of the Lord is here He is everywhere by day and by night His joy fills us so right share the joy with others do not delay the world needs to know this today.
The joy of the Lord it is here to stay we can find it if we only read-try and pray the Lord's joy fills us with peace and love it can take away all of our tears joy can set us free.
Date Written 8/29/2020 Joy of the Lord Poetry Contest Sponsored by: Regina McIntosh
I walked into the far-left corner where the cedars thin and fade,
A patch of earth the sun avoids — a quiet, heavy shade.
No carved white headstones here, no marble warmed by morning light,
Just jagged stones half-buried, leaning crooked in the fading night.
The grass grows patchy here, as if afraid to claim the ground,
And every step feels softer, like the soil wants to swallow sound.
A chill moved through the tree line as if the wind had something to confess,
And I felt it circle round me, grieving lives it couldn't bless.
No names, no dates, no stories pressed into the waiting clay,
Just markers sharp with silence — cruel reminders of the names we let decay.
I knelt beside a stone gone smooth on one side, broken on the other edge,
A fragment of a life left unrecorded, buried beneath a vowless pledge.
I felt the weight of every absence settling heavy in my chest,
A ledger of the overlooked — the ones forgotten with the rest.
Each stone stood like a question we were never brave enough to ask,
Proof of how humanity fails when remembrance becomes a task.
I touched a jagged marker, felt it cold and tight beneath my hand,
And wondered who once stood above this grave, and why no one chose to stand.
The earth here holds a darkness older than the cemetery’s bones,
As if it memorized the sorrow of each life that died alone.
Peace isn’t found in doves; it’s in the graves the world won’t see,
Where dignity begins by facing who was denied their right to be.
So I whispered to their resting place what time refused to keep:
You deserved more than broken stones, more than this unremembered sleep.
I whispered to the stones again, though I knew they could not hear,
Because remembrance is a fragile mercy — and mercy rarely lingers here.
When I walked away, the shadows closed like they’d never let me in,
And the forgotten stones remained unchanged — as forgotten as they’ve always been.
A broken Home is
Not only when parents got divorce
Nor when one parent died.
It is a broken Home
When both parents are alive but there's no love.
When there's no unity,
Each has its own desire to reign.
Sometime one impose their own will to the rest of the members
Parents wants their children to abide by their rules
However cruel and selfish that is
Children learnt dishonesty and dishonour their parents
Siblings fight and never yearn each other's companionship
Sometime one of the family member engaged in substance addiction
It made life even harder
Often times i felt alone growing up
I felt angry and ashamed
I tried to unlearnt what I have accumulated from home
But mostly i failed
Dark things Pierce through and initiate settlement
The night felt so long
I was almost on the verge of giving up
But one thing that kept me going,
Why should I die so young?
Let me be a fragment of hope for someone's like me
Let me lent my shoulder for someone to cry on
Let me lit a candle for someone to see through
Let me be a voice for someone ignored
Let me be as God created me to be
Let me dream dreams even if my wings have hole
Even if my heart has been stitched
Even if my tears never stop wetting my pillows
I will live
I will love
I will care
Let's live let's sing let's dance.
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