Long Obligation Poems
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Watching Homer struggle
to explain how a god wounded by a mortal
cannot die but may hereafter live with minor pain
and the humor when that god
complains to Jove that His supervision of His daughter
is inadequate and His Love too unconditional
while Diomed (or Tydides)
wreaks havoc on the Trojans and Hector
gives it back (in kind)
anatomically correct descriptions
of spears piercing jawbones (and groins)
sons without fathers hunting and fishing thereafter
alone. Written
amazingly presciently!
as a metaphor for Vietnam (our war)
forgotten consensually
as this generation slips lazily away
to Hades (or kayaks to the huckleberries)
where the lights are always blue, gentian actually,
supper's served at 4 and former adversaries
pass the heavy hanging time playing pinochle (and pool).
We're selling the house to pay the taxes.
Pallas Athena wars among the men
from the axle of her chariot
and Venus is injured by Diomed,
standing in the field of battle where she never should have been,
in her adorable hand.
What has this to do with Solomon in jail.
Not the Jewish king, a black American male,
same thing.
Your children can be failed at school and marched to war.
You can be taxed and sent to gaol for the honor of it.
anyone lived in a pretty how town.
We have no obligation
to perform the Iliad or read poems and even Homer
considers Achilles effete (compared to Hector)
and Odysseus is wrong even when he's right.
Therefore, modern man explores
the mathematics of circles in coordinate planes and their tangents
when (sooner or later)
the secret of warp speed is discovered
expansion of the species will be limitless and permanent.
Fussy and mean
The anger of a
Immature person
Leaps and bounds
Mind you in descion
Anchored by ones lack
Of devotion
It is perfect because it
Is his
Wanted because it was
Seen as unobtainable
Kindness makes you smile
Desire makes you want
Linger first in frustration
Circumnavigate to explore
When those finding cause you
Different might your readyness
Cause you to chore
It is an obligation to keep
It is a job to have
Think of it as mine
And before you stop to laugh
Talk it over with love ones
Those who underestimate you
As need
Fault yourself in your doings
And make yourself to believe
Beyond the edges
Right were the sun meets the sky
Hand me what I long to have
And never ask me why
murky fog descends
around constant worrier
faith less visible
NOTE: According to fellow PoetrySoup member, Charles Henderson, "Haiku is a serious poem in that it is a true mental picture projected by one or more of the five natural senses. It is considered Objective when written as though the writer were outside of the poem looking in. All the words are self explanatory, in the sense they are words which elicit a reaction in one or more of the reader's five senses, see, hear, touch, taste, smell. The reader has no other obligation in the poem. Only to read it and have one or more of those responses."
My original was revised with his help to make Lines 1 and 2 connect easier and to make poem objective. Haiku has 3 lines and 2 statements. I kept the 5-7-5 syllable count because I prefer that. I cannot thank Charles enough for his lessons and help.
Do not get lost in the dream of a poet,
Whose heart is an ocean deep with thoughts and feelings,
He will navigate through each of your moments, without purpose,
Enveloping in verses the color of your eyes, your smile, unknowingly losing you.
In every word of yours, he will seek a universe,
Spending sleepless nights deciphering the hidden messages in your gaze.
He will agonize over a lost kiss, an unknown goodbye,
And create fantastic worlds, filled with doubts and shadows, in his poet's realm.
Do not fall in love with a poet, with his burdened soul,
For he will submerge you in the waters of his ceaseless love,
And you will feel overwhelmed by his ever-present affection.
And when your kiss becomes a mere obligation,
And your touch just a mechanical gesture,
His heart will bleed, and suffer even more.
He will analyze every thought, every moment, in a labyrinth of words,
Wondering if they are all figments of his mind.
And when you choose to drift apart,
He will wake up in the middle of the night, rewinding time,
Searching for mistakes, questioning: "Where did I go wrong? What have I done?"
The truth is, I am a poet, with the soul of a deep dreamer,
So do not fall in love with me,
Unless you're ready to love me in every moment, forever.
"I don't call them New Year's Resolutions. I prefer the term:
Casual Promises to myself that I am under no legal obligation
to fulfill." ~ jamonkey.com
I've given thought, after a titch of consideration,
to make New Year's resolutions... such a vexation
I hesitated to do so without serious contemplation
because quite often I'm led astray by temptation
I will write better poetry to post on the Soup
Be more productive among my peer group
Mind my own business, on others I won't snoop
But won't swear not to write limericks about poop.
I will waive my penchant for chocolate... well, maybe
That will be the most difficult resolution to keep for me
I vow to give up margaritas and switch to sweet tea
And I'll put it all in writing. I'll even sign that decree!
I will not let sticks and stones break my bones
I'll just blame it on an imbalance of her hormones
Or on a guy who acts like one of the Flintstones
Maybe on a plethora of a million other unknowns
I will forgive anyone who screams at me in rants
I will not respond like there are ants in my pants
I seriously promise that I will give peace a chance
Smoke a peace pipe instead of doing a war dance
I will consider it a compliment to be called 'mean girl'
By anyone who derogatorily behaves like a churl
I'll have more patience, so my temper doesn't unfurl
And smile more often. I'll give that thought a whirl
I will make it a definite priority as one of my goals
To walk away from bullies and persnickety trolls
Wooly wolves who pretend to be sheep in their roles
But who expose themselves as taunting buttholes
I am determined to start eating much healthier food
knowing it's a required taste that I've not yet accrued
I believe I will enjoy life more with a positive attitude
And ignore negative folks who like practicing turpitude
I will do my utmost best not to break one resolution
But if I do, I must supplicate for leniency and absolution
I'll not give up a resolution without making a substitution
If you see me cheating, take my chocolate as retribution
Time doesn’t pass.
It claims.
First, it gives you room.
Then it fills it without asking.
Days repeat until repetition feels like evidence.
You wait for meaning to announce itself.
Completion arrives quietly and keeps moving.
The future enters as obligation.
You move with it, the way gravity expects.
The past reorganizes itself without permission.
What remains is what went unattended.
Loss isn’t loud.
It sounds like continuity.
Nothing important vanishes outright.
It just stops calling your name.
Moments thin under daily pressure.
One day feels ordinary.
Later, it becomes everything.
You realize you’ve been living in the aftermath,
long before anything officially ended.
Time never takes everything.
It takes enough.
A Prayer for my Wife
Now I’ll tell you all the details if I can keep from sheddin’ a tear
Last night when it got late and really quiet around here
I got down on my knees, crossed my heart and began to pray
And in the darkness between me and God, here’s what I had to say
I love her so much Lord and I just don’t know what I’d do
I’m afraid that she won’t make it, that’s why I’m coming to you
Here with my heart open, at your mercy down on my knees
I’m begging’ you with every heartbeat, Oh Lord hear my pleas
I don’t know what your plans are or what you have in store
And I know I don’t deserve her and that she deserves much more
And don’t misunderstand Lord, I don’t assume any obligation
For your bounty in our life has exceeded all our expectations
But please allow her to live and me to be a part of that life
And I swear I’ll make this beautiful woman proud to be my wife
And if it’s not in your plans Lord then I pray that you take me instead
Cause’ I can’t live without my love, I’d be better off dead
And no excuses for my past Lord, but I’ll do better than I’ve done
I ask you only this, my lord, in the name of your Son.
I wiped my tears as I said my amen’s and prepared myself to stand
Stepped up next to your bed and began to caress your pretty hand
I stared off into space as all the memories came flooding in
Reliving each and every moment, over and over again
And as the first rays of sunshine, streamed in past the curtain
I felt an overwhelming peace calm my mind and ease the hurtin’
I felt compelled to kiss you so I pressed my lips to your face
And it seemed the room was filled in the beauty of God’s living grace
And you slowly opened your eyes and smiled for me to see
And I knew the Lord my God had given my sweet wife back to me
This is a short poem about Cause and Effect. The value of Peace is Existence.
Peace and serenity, and the waves of the sea
the dreams of happiness that would never flee
both the sun and moon, burning ever so bright
all the worries in the world, they all take flight
Music raises my hope, dulling the pain I endure
driving my depression away, noise with a cure
a body shakes with rhythm, as joy takes control
my lips then move, to words uttered by my soul
A soul clings to You, who fashioned me that day
You alone gave me life, and to You alone I pray
remove this evil among us, and open our eyes
to pursue wisdom, while shielding us from lies
Your balanced world, putting Man at its very center
to withstand life's tests, he needs a devoted mentor
hoping we choose wisely, your wisdom over desire
to avoid that terrible fate, ending with pain and fire
Acquiring a wisdom to distinguish between right and wrong
having patience for others, although different, we all belong
mankind, formed from earth, has a divine eternal obligation
finding peace in wisdom, life exists only through cooperation
The Creator of heaven, of earth, and of all living things
acknowledging our shortcomings, we don't have wings
kindness is your sword, and Truth, the only seal you use
peace as the foundation, and each other never to abuse
As those bright Heavenly lights flicker, earthly bulbs prepare to go out
directing a new existence to begin, a renewed world is about to sprout
much work remains in tending to the garden, our hearts need attention
all that's left is to open our eyes, needing to make that final connection
Obligation can promote inspiration.
If we don’t allow negative concentration to,
Stand in the way of our reputation.
We need to do more than just be a litigation.
To get out of our intoxication, which
hinders our motivation.
Please seek reformation to continue.
People said that segregation was the answer,
to help with education.
And no hesitation.
Don’t look to the exploration.
nor the expectation.
You get no standing ovulation,
because of your vocation.
So look to the LORD
He’s already given us his invitation,
not more confrontation.
Just a loving father waiting for our
Conformation.
It's most likely her being isn't brought for additional or spares
Her calm paws gloating her beauty defining her sleep that is well made
The traveled heart looking so innocently pure it's as if heaven made her just before sunset right between the hours split seconds formulated in circle of life
As her eye raise flashes before morning due
With her over layed eye browse paging her final dreams
Her nose inhaling the atmosphere to compromise everything just to capture her jawlines smooshed in silence landing her piece of art of her being
The taste of sunrise, I get to adore while looking at her problamatical image indirect while she is asleep
The sun itself finds her before her eyes are wide open
A stigmata she leaves, when one closes their eyes to refresh the imagery of her
I'd stare as many times I can to reap her figment, her sleep is in my world it's one of the kindess worshiping kingdom
That's all I live for, just for her fitted glimpse of her glamorizing being she is the aphrodisiac installed just her being her regular ordinary light
A far view touch, never have I ever kissed her perfect lips
My only obligation tying me to her, its her sleeping beauty routine as she settles down dusk
to sleep
Her deep drive depriving the air
To stare as well as her awaken smile as she gets to open her eyes again.
Ashleigh Ngoqo