Long Nutshell Poems
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"mathew" 6: 12-13
“and forgive us our debts”
(not only does a sheep get 3 squares a day,
but it is also believed that if one begs the
sky enough, one’s problems will just
wash away---this is to be the subsequent
consequence of ALL humans following
suit & getting down on four legs, growing
their thick coats & chewing grass)
“as we forgive our debtors”
(as the sheep thinking that their problems
are solved by an imaginary listener in
an imaginary trailer park in the sky,
so do the sheep continue grazing with a
sort of “live and let live” mentality,
until they are picked off by hunters)
“and do not lead us into temptation”
(so, the same imaginary listener who resides
in that imaginary trailer park, who seemed
to be the one that all the sheep were
comfortably baaaaa-ing to, now is
something to be feared as well? perhaps
that which one feels the need to submit
the whole of their will to is the same
corrupted core inside that would come up
with such a ridiculous hoax to begin with,
as found in the schizophrenic comment
here in the command to oneself (a baaaaa
into the mirror, if you will)
“but deliver us from the evil one”
(the EVIL ONE? is not the concept of
evil just that which goes against the
simultaneous baaaaa of the herd in the
grassy field? was not the GOOD ONE
just told in the last line to “not lead us
into temptation,” thereby being the only
“one” which can do so? make sure when
getting the ladle of kool-aid dumped into
your dixie cup, that you ask if said
dumper is EVIL or GOOD…certainly at
that point it will make all the difference in
the world)
“for yours is the kingdom and the power
and the glory forever”
(there is no other imaginary listener, whose
two-faced multiple personalities, residing in
an imaginary trailer park in the sky, handing
out its ladles of kool-aid, whose overwhelming
passion could be heard any louder than that
which dwells within the very heads of the
already brainwashed sheep baaaaa-ing out
the rest of their days, dissatisfied with the
actual physical world around them &
waiting for the end of what they deem as
a great big thorn in their side---that is,
the rest of us who are not convinced, and
who are not baaaaa-ing with the rest of
em’)
“amen”
(right there, in a nutshell, the whole lie
itself was conjured up by “a man,” or
a few men---all who had way too much
time on their hands & a rather limited
imagination).
So it finally tracked you down.
The sting, the rush, the nods all caught up
Added up
To three days alone with no resurrection.
The cross to bear was all yours,
All ours,
Now.
Your words, your voice filled my life for over a decade.
They played in my car, my room, my head off and on.
I grew up under your influence.
I tried to sing like you when I was alone.
I tried to imitate that low, bellowing agony,
The screaming madness, loud and angry.
It was rough and beautiful like a slit wrist in warm water.
You were black magic to me.
I ate a “rotten apple” today.
The realization that you will forever “stay away” tastes nasty and stains my mouth.
And the “nutshell” is that brilliance doesn’t always make you brilliant.
Needles and damage can’t even capture my thoughts today.
Yes, your pain was self chosen.
Truly, you are now “the man in the box.”
Your voice is crawling out of my speakers on this gloomy Sunday.
It dances and weaves slowly, thickly through the smoky air.
This beer is the first of many toasts I will make to you throughout my life.
Here’s to talent.
Here’s to waste.
Here’s to a soul misspent.
Here’s to “just a taste.”
Here’s to pain.
Here’s to rage.
Here’s to the insane.
Here’s to a modern sage.
You saw your own end.
Today is truly the beginning of a Mad Season.
It is the beginning of another hero lost from my world.
“Lifeless dead.”
I think you knew more than you let on.
You knew the risks and rode the horse bareback none-the-less.
It was always your choice.
I wish it would have been mine.
The thought that you will never write another lyric
So that you can wail it out into a dirty world
In an effort to cleanse the sins
Absolutely
Kills me.
I never got to see you live because
The addiction limited you.
I feel betrayed.
“The River of Deceit flows down”
And the polluted veins finally made their way here today.
One night, on the verge of madness,
Lost in addiction,
You made me realize the price.
You made me understand.
Your words,
Your voice,
Kicked me in the heart.
“Slow suicide’s no way to go.”
I kicked it all and came out on the other side
Clean and stained.
Alive.
I have always owed you for that.
You told me to “Wake Up”
And I did.
Knowing that you never will or can will always haunt me
Like your words, your voice.
In Memory of Layne Staley
In a nutshell, here’s the story
Of this Guy and she who bore He
On the surface this description
Reads a lot like science fiction
When a young girl gets a visit
From a being – human isn’t
He tells her that she’s now with child
Though she’s never “Girls Gone Wild”
No, this girl with virgin bod
Hears she’ll have the son of God
And then this being finds this gent
Tells the story – gets his consent
They marry and go on this trip
The child is born, the heavens rip
The beings sing out “Peace on Earth”
And all rejoice then at this birth
The child grows up a normal kid
Doing things that all kids did
But when the kid becomes a man
He carries our his Father’s plan
He heals the sick; makes blind men see
The lame to walk; cures leprosy
Says his power’s from above
Tells them of his Father’s love
Asks them all to love their brothers
And worship God and have no others
Tells them of eternal days
If only they will change their ways
But he upsets the powers that be
They beat him; nail him to a tree
He dies; they put him in the ground
But three days later He is found
Back alive just like he said
Although he died – no longer dead
He said that this fulfilled the plan
That His Father had for man
He asked his friends to carry on
Then rose to heaven and was gone
He said he would return one day
To take us all to God His way
And all his friends then told his story
Of God’s love and His son’s glory
I fear that this, my poor depiction
Came across like science fiction
When in fact the story’s true
The Son of God came here for you
He lived; he died there on the cross
So that all life was not a loss
So sins could then all be forgiven
For all the dead or not yet livin’
He dies to unlock heaven’s gate
For all who love and give up hate
He lived and dies so we could see
The promise of eternity
And how through Him we can achieve
If we love – if we believe
That Jesus Christ – this peaceful lamb
Is one - the same - the Great I Am
That through Him we can rise above
And bask in the glory of God’s love
And all these blessings you’ll receive
If you in truth say you believe
Mdailey 5/23/11
This came to me at 3 AM - I grabbed paper and pen and started writing by the night
light. I was done at 4 and was then able to go back to sleep. Hope it finds you in a
receptive mood.
1) haiku* untitled:
october winds
of scattered maple leaves
~ handwritten poems
2) a three-line poem titled:
OF AUTUMN LEAVES AND ALL
a three-line poem is open to free verse, alliteration or rhyme
October winds wakening the muse within the silence of each mime
advice to all that if you can’t do the time don’t do the crime
3) a free verse poem titled:
SO LONG AGO
in the flurry of October winds
the dance of scarlet maple leaves
reminded me of how I loved you so
*HAIKU RULES
I joined a national Haiku club to discover they are sticklers for rules and there are MANY MANY haiku rules ~ HAIKU is exactly the opposite of free verse in every possible way ~
In a nutshell ~ haiku are supposed to be observations of a moment in nature without embellishments, no passing judgment, no use of fantasy or abstract concepts. It's basically two simple ideas with a ‘turn’ that is essential: it's almost like the punchline of a joke but haiku is not really meant to be funny per se.
Here is an informal list of HAIKU GUIDELINES:
1. 5-7-5 is the max syllable count – “haiku should be read in one breath” so there can be less syllables per line.
2. ALWAYS NATURE-related with usually reference to 1 of the 4 seasons: spring, summer, fall, winter.
3. OFTEN the ‘turn’ is on the second line (takes the reader in another direction).
4. NO unnecessary capitalization.
5. NO title (if you must, use first word(s) of haiku).
6. NO unnecessary punctuation at end of lines.
7. NO use of abstract concepts (must be concrete).
8. NO personification.
9. NO unnecessary adjectives or adverbs.
10. NO full sentences: it’s a poem of few words with much left unsaid.
11. NO use of fantasy.
12. NO similes allowed.
13. NO explanation of haiku in last line.
14. NO heavy emotional words (should be felt not read).
15. MUST have a feeling of the present moment (NO past or future).
16. MUST be more than a description.
17. MAX 2 ideas (scenery + thought).
18. Rare use of I, you or we.
Sometimes we love what we created and it goes against many of the haiku rules ~ there's nothing wrong with creating “haiku-like” poems, they can be quite effective… we just should not call them ‘haiku’.
AP: Honorable Mention 2021
Posted on May 19, 2021
WONDERS OF IX A (2019)
Millennium is a box of wonders which crave
To get knowledge, values, principle and love.
In my satchel I have eight wonders that drive
Me crazy, frenzied, rabid. But lo how I love
All of them. Composed, wise sane and active
Never fought like cat and dog, or out move.
The first gems Radhika and Ansh, my nerve
One very intelligent, diligent, other silent groove,
Charming, diligent, a helping hand, a sweet dove.
Second are Vidhi and Dhruv, who do their give
Best, oppose, are animadvert, but most all of
Love teachers. Third Pranjal and Mustafa brave
Charming, exasperating, lovely, do behave
Cooly, assist me in executing discipline, gave
Best of them, never rude or arrogant do they prove.
Fourth are Chahat and Vishnu, tacit, cute curve,
Taciturn, intermittently garrulous but catch nerve,
One a couch potato, other eats humble pie is brave.
Fifth wonders are Shikha and Shashank, positive
In my class, effusive, gabby, loquacious, talkative
But sweet natured children, take care of AC groove.
The next wonders are Milsi and Kanan, Gujju native,
Another prolix, chatty and gabby ones who grieve
With Dwij for class indiscipline; all sweethearts of
Sanket, caring, dormant, at times quarrelsome, at eve
Spend time contemplating on their studies. Above
All is Dweesha and Dwip, short tempered, proactive,
Loquacious, friend in enemy, reserved is ready give
Their 100 percent against me with conjurer's glove,
But close to my heart. The last but not least brave
Girl is Vidhi, a Jain, reputed, calm, cute, does have
Empathy for me and Krunal. A sweet girl, will leave
Never just, devoted, staunch behaviour, an octave
Of skills, trustworthy, allegiant, harmonious dove.
In a nutshell, all sixteen are big bucks, a brown clove.
All these eight wonders with Dev, Helik, Vasu move
Crumblesome elements out of my class - proactive.
Mithil, Harsh, Sarthak are above the salt persons. Five
More are wonders driving away my talent out of cave.
I thank again most reverent Kekul madam to pave
A voluble path of IX A with such obedient constructive
Students. Guidance of Sandeep and Sushil inductive;
I counted noses, am success with method inductive.
All dandies, make me a proud, ostentatious teacher alive.
Tomorrow I'll awake and slip into my threads
the epiphanies of tonight I'll probably lose
that train of thought a garden of delight
but the problems of tomorrow life will choose
I'll have made my decisions life to change
like those who swear off a habits lent
but when I awake the flesh will rule
and for its desire time will be spent
I can tie my shoes not even thinking
the customs of my fathers not forget
every path of life is set before us
but living without reasoning I'll regret
If I do not reflect upon all history
or upon the strand of life I live
I'm doomed to failure of its mystery
if attention to its standards I not give
But so embedded in my body its demands
that wars with my minds intelligence
though I know of carnalities commands
my will power will make light of its pretense
So only of my own needs will I seek
I'll not consider your life or your duress
for I only look upon the man in mirror
and of all its lies I'll not confess
My focus will be only what I can see
its mind not be shaped by what I do
for the spirit belonging to the carnal man
will never seek or rely upon what's true
I will flatter myself and you with praise
I'll not recognize how insipid its emptiness
unfortunately I'll prattle on its savor
or to fill what is empty I'll not address
With assertions of the common beliefs invoke
for upon my peers I lavish jest
what's intricate has likely suffered broke
for this is why you'll never see my best
I plan to fill my life with pleasures song
for the universe cares not about my grave
there is no such thing as right or wrong
so with merriment I choose my road to pave
Alas my self centered mind I'll not dispense
the struggle of its strife too hard to fight
I have no shield for all my lacks defense
in all of this I've failed my own insight
I will speak to you as though I really care
but you know in truth not a dime I'll spend
because of course all know life's not fair
like all actors only my role will I defend
So there you have it a nutshell
If I do any good at all I'll want its praise
for I have set to establish my own glory
and to be written on your memory my days
source 1Cor 2:14 , but read the whole chapter
Romans 10:3
COPYRIGHT © 2012 C. Michael Miller
via Duboff Law Group LLC
For Anoucheka Gangabissoon
I chose to run but what would have
thing's been like if I had stayed
30 / 10 / 2022
After my Dad received his Cancer diagnosis
Later when he was eventually ready to
do so he gathered all of us his family
together and told us
And half the way through him telling us I
myself had already in my head and
heart begun to plot my escape and run away
Because that is what I do and sum's me
and who I am up ever so succinctly
And that is exactly what I did I got on
an aeroplane as fast as I possibly
could and flew away because I
couldn't run that far
Then I got that dreaded phone call from
my mum telling me if I wished to see
him before he's gone I had better
come home immediately
As his time was running out quickly
It was time to make our peace because
he is about to meet his maker
So I came back and I am so glad I did
because that may well be the best thing
I ever did and also the very best quality
time we ever actually spent
And quite frankly I was embarrassed and
should rightly have been told and been met
with vitriol by him and my mom who
had taken such dedicated loving care of him
But what difference would i have made
if I had have chosen to stay and not run away
Being brutality truthfully honest to myself
probably none not a 1 single iota thing
would have probably have changed
at all or I made better
Otherwise I would have probably stayed
and never left at all
You see that's just me in a nutshell
sill up until this day
Always, always
Running away
Never towards
Or staying
My dad always said of me I chose
to play in goal because I hated or
didn't like running and boy was he
right
Unless it came to dealing with the
realities of life itself
Then I became a world record holder
champion who could never be caught
you only ever seen the back of me
But unfortunately it's more akin to a
criminal record not 1 to be proud of
or look back with any form of pride
And for which sorry means little or
nothing at all because he deserved
far better than that
But he died I can't run away from that
or made it better if I had have chosen
to stay either way
Head hunting shrinking cutting down the ego’s totems
swift blow to the pride of me myself and I selfish iotum
Dethroning the king of the wooden hut whack
with my cocoa machete not a hard nut to crack
A pleasant island where all could be yours
into a worldly nutshell the sincere milk pours
Spirit’s truth mercy celebrates an island victory
on big stick impelled the selfish iotum fire dried
Denying then mortifying the me myself and I
no more sin eating witchdoctor’s couch I abhor
Appeasing ceremonial volcano’s apatite no more
for my God the Lord of Truth has cut down the idols
No search party for selfish iotum’s pole revival
ego’s totem lies dead beneath the water fall
Heard no more war drum’s da dum da dum
the big stick plumb all enemies had to succumb
One swift blow truth has cut ego’s totem’s lies to root
rising no more the king of the wooden taboo
A new King Jesus with out me myself and I
King enthroned this hut is becoming an island paradise
I thought I stood on top of the world
But it was only when I fell
That I realized how small I am
Every success feels unearned
And every failure long overdue
Lifelong passions feel like anchors
But I have nothing to replace them with
So I cling to them with the might of Zeus
Hoping to recapture the magic of yesterday
But maybe my brain just isn't what it used to be
When I fill my stomach with junk
And I fill my mind with poison
I feel compressed and mashed
I can see the stairway to Heaven
But do not deserve to walk those stairs
So I march down a highway to Hell
Weighted by a thousand burdens
Collected over years and years
I'm significantly older than when I began
But I'm marginally wiser than I was
And when I look at the clock
The time is the number of the beast
I'm not Bohemian and this isn't a rhapsody
The reality is I'm just a simple man
And in my chest nothing beats
All that is there is a heart-shaped box
Ruined by years of desolation and heartbreak
But still I dream on and walk like an Egyptian
I'm just not sure how much longer I can go
My mouth is parched and my skin is torched
All I want is to find somewhere I belong
Where I don't have to ask, "what is love?"
And not wonder what it would be like without me
Burdening everyone simply by existing
I'm just a man in the box in a nutshell
It's sad but true so I decided to beat it
And maybe one day I'll be fine again
But deep down all I want to do is sleep
So please, please enter sandman
Let me dream and feel the kiss from a rose
So I can wake with no more tears
That's when nothing else matters
And I'll be over the hills and far away
Perhaps even larger than life
Because I want it that way
And no, maybe I'll never stand
On top of the world ever again
But for a wolf like me
I'll go somewhere only we know
Knowing that out of the two of us
I'm the only owner of a lonely heart
But I'll sit there and I'll smile
Because U can't touch this
And as I sit there and put pen to paper
Maybe my passion is truly
The only thing that never abandoned me
If beauty lays in the eyes of the beholder, can you allow my sight to hold your face a little longer... cause time seems to perish quicker in moments of my appreciation. Sightless definitions of this word are blinded by each smile I spot; with each frown crowned by the beauties of anger, especially how your nose fringes up
DAM YOU ARE BEAUTIFUL
If beauty is defined by the nature of the sun, can I be the sky which holds your shine, clouded by smiles, when I hear the blues of your voice, especially when we caught in heated arguments of topics that lights up smartness, logic, intelligence, causing my hand to scratch mind thinking (like what do I say to that), securing my heart with a key of marvelling sparks; cause man... I have met my match.
DAM YOU BEAUTIFUL
If beauty is defined by a woman’s carves, can I be the driver of the car which explores these hills; drifting my every touch with care.... cause I don’t want to crash. If I do crash then don’t worry; I insured my sit belt is on tight... in a nutshell I’m saying, if my temptatious hands move so slightly to another waist, that’s just to make time pass, because I do know where and who is my real hour shape glass. The sands of your time beach up my water as I sea and say
DAM YOU ARE BEAUTIFUL
If beauty is defined by a walk, can I be the path way in which you leave foot printed traces of your ambiance on, imprinted in me solidly. Some say a girl who talks and walks what she stands for is legit, but I say... it’s the beauty of her walk that tells the stories of her ambitions, dreams, success, learnt lessons, life experiences, visions, and her future. Just for a second imagine how it will feel; just walking and holding hands with you.
DAM YOU ARE BEAUTIFUL
If I could sing, I would James Blunt this track for you constantly, but I rather light up the Refar and blunt up, in order to imagine something as great as or greater than your beauty. Although no matter how high I get my escalation intertwines beauty with your relations
DAM YOU ARE BEAUTIFUL
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