Long Oxygen Poems

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Sifting

I sifted through memories as I stood in the hour glass
I massaged the inner folds my mind
In this dreamy oasis, where the sun beams dance upon my back
Where the wind whispers secrets  
And the birds escaped the far reaches of my grasp

The silence of this place is eternal 
I inhale its loneliness and exhale my frustrations
The reflection of light bounces from this boundless glass prison
My eyes have been burned as I blindly try to hunt for my freedom

Venturing miles from where began my journey
As the sand rolls around my feet
And gathers around my neck
I am forced into a state of submission 

As I helplessly reach for the sky filling my lungs with one last intake of oxygen
I heave my legs against the side of the glass
Struggling for freedom I fight for survival
Kicking and Screaming
I am frenzied, as the seconds on the timer are ticking

Because in that one lapse of time
I am reminded of a the moment of tenderness
When your voice sang glories in my ears
Moments of tenderness explode across the horizon in my mind

The sand clings to every surface of my body
The reverberating crack of my prison echoes throughout this world
Freedom is within my grasp

As I cough up miles of desert brushing off the broken glass and blood that scar 
my body
My senses are overwhelmed
Residing in the singular joy that I am not the sole existence 
Freedom
© Laura Hew  Create an image from this poem.
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Captured My Heart

At first sight; I really thought that what I felt inside was just a chimera,
But what I thought changed; after I had taken a look at my camera.
Streaming the pictures that I had taken with her; made me astonished,
 Cos with every picture that I saw; it was like her beauty replenished.

You can’t tell what she does to me; whenever I stare into her eyes,
Cos for up to the second ‘m’ of a moment; I forget who I really am.
It’s like nothing else around us matter; but my love for her does, 
She’s like an enchantress; that has kept my emotions in a dam.

When we are in each other’s arms; she spurs me on,
So much that things that I’ve never done; I do with ease.
Without her; I don’t think that anything that I’ll do will go on,
She’s my only soul comforter; she gives me nothing but peace.

She didn’t have to force herself into my heart; but that’s where she lives,
When I say she’s the one for me; not even a person believes.
But she gives me life; she is like the oxygen in my H2O.
She’s captured my heart; and she doesn’t wanna let go.
Form: Quatern

Premium Member Sword of Justice

Sword Of Justice


    Sword of justice indict a bogus Gilgamesh

     An apathetic ghoul condemned embodying arrogance above kindness


     Dark and ominous intent bound to abolish

     Inherent freedom of expression beside justified inquests by the press


     Impotence with bias grievously intermesh

     Abandoning bodies littered amidst landscape chanting their bitterness


      Noxious world of lies desiccate rotten flesh

      While oxygen deserts his breath as waves of tears drown forgiveness








     "This is a tirade aimed at those who will go to extremes to pursue and
       achieve their obnoxious, evil, and heartless intentions to rule and remain 
       on top of the food chain. In the United States, one such entity almost 
       turned this nation into an autocracy.
  







12/24/17
2:54 p.m.
West Palm Beach
Florida USA
Form: Rhyme

Premium Member Colorless Tears

Colorless Tears
               by Odin Roark

What is it to see
but never emerge from the dark?

Children marvel at color
movement
perception
not knowing
control mongers await them
famished gluttons who relish
adults obviating consciousness

Some risk pain
while too few discover
healing is not a poultice
to cover a wound
but an ear drum
an eyelid
to remedy contrived storms
blasts of empty oxygen
programmed to destroy
observation's eloquent gift
the always present
sense of truth
or not

Risk awaits

Perhaps muddied
but nevertheless
always at the ready
actuality's hardened muscles
ready to serve
to discern platitudes from profundity

How courageous
this willingness to risk
knowing to cower
is to embrace that safe place
ignorance's wanton indulgence
an anesthetized existence
for what?

Mere needle holes
purging colorless tears
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Premium Member The Humble Cathedral

THE HUMBLE CATHEDRAL

In the glaring eyes of the sun
dressed thin in lush green moss,
my shady sky-high trunk compeer
dark brown wrinkled arms spreading free
my slender fingers of verdant hue.

They swing, swing in quiet seesaws 
attune to the cradling light of July breeze.
Pleased and appeased, I puff and puff:
oxygen dancing slow with other gas.
The blowing winds from the east,

The heaven tears cascading down,
they bathe and cleansed me but!
They too disturb causing murmurs 
and rustles during my deep sleep...
Fall approaches, smell of despair hangs,

it pose danger making my leaves sad.
I began to weep as they slowly tumble, 
tumbling below, leaving me naked.
Facing later the harsh bites of cold,
my arms turned brittle from right to left,

hearing them creak and break. Thankfully,
my feet safe beneath the ground.
I stood firm together with my friends,
unafraid of the ice but so scared 
of humans carrying a sharp ax.
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==Contest Name: TREES PERSONIFIED==
=Contest Sponsor: Charlotte Pudifoot=
~~4th Place~~
9:32 pm, August 26, 2015


Premium Member No ciro not amused

You're funny why you always have been impatient when it came to the simply pleasures of life fighting over phone time finally sending me all those cards birthday valentine days Christmas Easter or just thinking of you the cat putting his paws in the fish tanks finally your release leaving Liza and my ex at home while we drove fast down palm beach blvd with the top down you really thought that was paradise broken pink flamingos dolphins on the walls I'm really sorry about your big Mexican broad stabbing five persons your trying to get her time cut my god ciro I can't  even be apart of that therefore leave me out of this I cared for ma you know come on man  Mandy jay Townsend Johnson Henry both my abusive ex night crawlers literally fleas stuck on his back hoping I fund flea soap I won't I'm not I am blessed to be free of florida medicaid God has my back I no longer fear her criminal group hospital system breach hacking into thousands of ill persons lives getting their benefits removed hell Medicaid was the reason corruption was able to hack into my life resulting in a class action law suit files against florida medicaid for removing millions of disabled persons illegally my disability has nothing to do with medicaid thank god for morgan and morgan law firm sorry not sorry I hope you got your heart medication cancer treatment God bless you I cannot focus on those arson murders of nine it  causes stress anxiety that has triggered severe asthma attacks interrupting my breathing im now trying to get my breathing stablized with oxygen nebulizer I  am sure you could care less this is stressful being threatened everyday realized you maxed that traumatic brain injury structured settlement clearly by now you understand i can't support your enterprise corruption organized crime many blessings I am American
Form: Quintilla

Premium Member Mars2020 Perseverance Rover

It’s a robot dog with wheels some weirdo said loudly next door.
I am the Mars 2020 Perseverance Rover, space explorer.
I collect rocks and soil, and monitor weather, dust, and the air.
But not on earth, on Mars. I say this with confidence, a robotic heir.

Future hopeful human explorers may be able to inhabit Mars.
Thanks to me, even if they have to remain in bubble safe cars.
I have landed on the planet safely already with my lovely TRN,
And my brand new spanking wheel design is the living end!

For the first time ever, I am equipped to the max. I carry a drill.
I will scoop up rocks and soil, looking for microbe life. What a thrill!
A robot dog on wheels indeed? This sounds like an unlearned man.
I bet he would have trouble learning about science. I am not his fan!

Did I mention that I have a helicopter tucked under my belly?
We need to know if we can ever live there, and run our telly.
I can also test the oxygen production. This will help us plan.
Have to go. I am tubing up Martian samples as fast as I can!

Premium Member Angel Eyes Loving You Forever

Always a dream as the stars wink and smile
Never ending beauty shines picture perfect 
Gifted when the moon smiles silver waves
Endless pleasure in a breath of wind sweet 
Love blowing goodnight wishes to Heaven 

Everlasting happiness sings with such elation 
You bring joy when echoes fall silent smiling
Eyes of emotions sparkle golden warm kisses
Sweetly the sun kisses a new day with you 

Longing for your passionate caress everyday
Oxygen needed to calm me down as we touch
Vivacious you are My Sweet always on my mind
In love always everyday with you my Dearest One 
Never ever wanting to leave your side at all   
Great things in abundance result from our love

You are simply the most wonderful person to me 
Our love is a mutual bond that binds us together
Unique signifies the nature of our love My Sweet

First always you are in my heart and soul My Love
Our love, desire, and passion are boundless always 
Ready always to take you in my arms Dearest One
Ever precious you are as my true love and soulmate 
Very intent and passionate always when thinking of us
Ever present we are now in each other’s life My Love
Remembering the love we share forever always one

Gary Bateman and Liam McDaid – A Collaborated Poem, 
Copyright © All Rights Reserved (January 24, 2015) (Acrostic)
Form: Acrostic

Fire

Mesmerizing trance
Seductive dance
Bouncing flames
Endlessly change

Feel fire’s soul
Rising from the coal
Warm and inviting
Seductively enticing

I’m drawn deep inside
Where the secrets hide
Where oxygen thrives
Keeping flames alive

I want the heat
the flickering beat
as flames rise up
and then retreat

Starve the fire
of oxygen and wood
and it’s soul soon dies
As a human life would

Comforting to know
that it burns for me
I need the certainty
Even when I can’t see

Near enough 
to feel the heat
Wanting consumption
to feel complete

Against my will
Denying the thrill
I hesitantly turn
Fearing the burn

Nurturing the fire
Takes more than desire
to watch the flames
as they dance higher

It’s the core inside
where life resides
flames now retreating
Fire’s heart slows beating

Embers glowing
not ever knowing
Will life reignite
or extinguish tonight

Knowing that soon
With naught to consume
Fire’s beauty will just
Becomes ashes and dust

Blackened and dark
No hint of a spark
Feeling the cold
Fire’s secrets untold
© Judith S   Create an image from this poem.
Form: Rhyme

Tell It Like It Is

I am the silent witness that looks down from on high, 
The silent witness who inhales carbon through cleansing veins,
The silent witness that exhales oxygen to give you air,
The lifeline for humanity

I am the silent sufferer of turmoil from the abyss to my roots,
Who breathes the torment of the culling of my brothers and sisters,
Where the haunting silent echoes fall on selective hearing,
The fragility of my realm,
Destruction by humanity 

I am the seasonal encyclopaedia that holds the truth of what has passed,
I hold the truth of our histories within the depths of my trunk,
Certified by the dark circles etched within my core

I am the silent sage who has witnessed your ancestors,
And the silence of their reverence as their spirits brush past my leaves,
My silent testimony is cradled in the soft winds of the Groves,
Between us we whisper and “Tell it like it is”
But not in the tongue of humanity

Yet, though I whisper, 
no human asks for pure testimony,
Shhh! But if you listen – “I will tell you like it is”
But you must open your ears and listen, please listen…..



30/11/22

'Tell it Like it is' competition

Sponser: Mystic Rose Rose
© W J Clarke  Create an image from this poem.

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