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Hearing the news of 9/11 again...and it makes me look back at that destructive day
I remember it slightly...it's a sheer memory in my mind, but at least it's sunny today
Reading signs all around me and feeling at ease for a while
Taking a trip in a truck full of food items and I'm clearing up my boredom pile
Pre-ch: Oooh oooh oooh what is this feeling I feel?
My heart is made of the finest steel
These wounds I bear are about to heal
Hours pass me by and I haven't wasted much of it - even if I did, it's no big deal
Ch: I'm fulfilling success and failure all in one package
Pushing my way out...rummaging out of the wreckage
Now I'm approaching the lane of positivity and negativity
I'm playing the role of a hard worker, carrying responsibility
On my shoulders...there's a huge load on my shoulders
The future is knocking on the door of my cranium and the past neighbors of nostalgic restlessness blurs
I'm holding on to the last ounce of optimism
I am the sand of the sea and you're the precious prism
Stacking boxes upon boxes upon boxes...and watching the shipping man stack boxes upon boxes upon boxes
Volunteering is something I should always be willing to do when I am facing my lonely states
The truck is zipping through the street, making a whole lot of movement but I don't mind at all - as long as we make progress
Fearing the worst is something I shouldn't do, but motivation and hope are one of my most prized traits
Pre-ch
Ch
Blissful silence and guiltless essence are wrapped all in one package...they are the vigilant moons and brilliant suns
Break the eggshells of immense shame and throw all your worries down the drain
Refrain from driving me insane, expired guilt that overflows from a truck load of milk cartons
Why do I suddenly feel calmness and gratefulness at this present time? For once, I feel sane
Pre-ch
Ch
Ch
Honestly, my life has produced its lows and highs
Oh joy, how time flies by and bugs me like flies
That hover all around me like the advertisements of the city streets
Coping with the corruptions and temptations that try to get me hooked on sweets
I have planted myself on the front seat of the truck, feeling like I can relate to the products that are in back of us
We are both all in one package - isn't everyone somewhat in the same rowdy bus? I will work a sweat and not fuss
I
are you ready to play with words and games of the soul....to bring out the
labyrinth that is within the sacred soul??
w/U absolutely
I can start with chimes of alter mimes within my alter rhyme
ok
a shoot of expectation....uprooting congregation....my own ramification of self
altercation...the way I fan the flame
the utmost juxtapose...the beginning of our game
gimme a word,though even if absurd....and I'll reply in time
YES
gimme a subject, and I'll congregate...verbs and nouns to subjagate...places to
fill with mynd
Love
love entangled, be it obtuse...let's say it's a caboose....of a place we may contain
I'll seclude it to a space, where we can't replace...where there can't be an easy
refrain...
more
gimme more...and I'll abhore more words and junctures to place within...I'm
waiting on a whim...the space I'll call " to win"
one word is all I ask.. and we'll drink upon the flask...together on the clouds...a
placement of feelings, fragments...a war of truth and wills
heart
a heart can only beat itself....like lonely Irish elfs....misunderstanding value...of
which way to go.;...the non = ending ebb and flow...I want to understand where
these feelings come from...
are they derived from lonliness or boredom...in the back room or corridor...a
package of the heart...where do feelings start?:
adjudication and frustration is what I feel constantly....the placement of my
feelings a continual
mystery...
I love the way U write, have I told U that?
am I manic or just a substantial panic - meister....can I ever kick this system in
the ****...thats what I want to observe...
I'm more intense in person...and I don't mean to make tensions worsen...I only
wish to widen the width of this scythe...
I like the way U talk
that is why I keep talking to U
Outside was Cold,
But I was Bold,
I wanted to get out,
So I started kick and shout.
Once I did,
I was terrified,
Conveniently,
I started to cry.
One day,
On some weird way,
I wanted to talk
So I learned to walk.
And point fingers.
When I was seven,
I was in heaven,
I just didn't know,
that time is passing fast, not slow.
I just didn't know,
that playing,
is my job.
that world is manipulated by some slob.
Years were passing,
One at the time,
At the moments life was like a candy,
but mostly like a lime.
Studying,
Lying,
Betraying,
Enjoying,
Crying.
Then I met her,
she was sweet,
prettiest girl I had pleasure to meet.
Blonde and Dark,
On my soul, she left a mark.
Soon she became my ex,
but even after that,
life was full of sex.
And again, and again, and again.
And again.
I'm twenty seven now,
Traveling to see...
you won't believe what,
a holy cow.
I was visiting a lots of places,
I saw interesting faces,
All kind of races,
People ask me, what do I do?
I say whatever I need, whenever I want!
They ask me how?
I just take a bow, and I leave,
I'm maybe not the most ethical person on a planet,
But just like a dancer,
I have my unique moves,
Of course, I'm a freelancer.
I remember one situation,
It was like a creation,
of imagination.
But it was real.
I was supposed to deliver a package.
Fortunately I ended up in a wreckage.
When my bus collided in a train,
package got destroyed,
A stain,
left on my skin,
Right before Raid was deployed,
On a recipient of my package,
A guess wreckage,
was a Win.
Few years after,
On the check in with the doctor,
regarding that stain,
a key factor,
a coincidence plain.
a new doctor came,
It was a women,
most beautiful I've seen in my life.
She gave me a son,
She became my wife.
Story should end here,
when things are fine,
but there was a line,
that I crossed,
my life I tossed,
away,
I needed some adrenalin thrill,
So I did not payed my bill,
It came haunting me in my house,
a monster, not a mouse.
My wife left,
I was and I am,
a victim and accessary in theft.
a Crank.
as Enemy of a Bank
I sank.
I lived on a street for a while,
on street there was no difference,
a minute or a mile.
I had all the time I wanted,
but I was still haunted.
Even when everybody forget who I am,
Strangers came and started to slam,
things on me,
until I cracked out,
blacked out,
was gone.
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...
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Casting All 'My' Gods Aside!
Let us cast Gods aside if false praise buys salvation,
our actions make Grace less germane (bring us blessing),
and pride (I am ‘saved’) means I judge those who aren’t!
Let us praise God who judges the righteous, the sinner
with Grace, raise “Amen!” when ‘His Truth’ helps the soul’s heart
acknowledge God’ IS’ (when man’s dreams all devolve)!
*
Let us drown man held ‘truth’ if demise lifts the Nation
of Life buoyed by fathers’ blood gifts, confessing
who stands on strong shoulders won’t share the full brunt!
Let’s get honoring God’s not a menu for dinner.
It loves what gets served! It’s by faith, we’re ingrained, part
of plans for His Kingdom, though God’s ‘dreams’ evolve. (1)
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Let us question all ‘truth’ that shows glints of self-serving,
and Truth that’s convenient to what the flesh lusts for,
not ‘Truth’ that “I AM” (in fact “IS”), died for Love!
Let us dwell less on death, though it’s part of the package,
death’s vision’s refinement, its lenses add color!
Death’s win? Tooth extraction. All done! Life goes on!
*
Let’s bear witness false pride is the death of deserving,
deserving’s a gift, and not earned but a favor!
Give praise to God’s hand that put’s on ‘human glove!’
Let us credit the Bridegroom who doesn’t take umbrage
that Paul dreams just pride in Christ’s Love means (Paul’s) humbler
than those far less blest (as he waves his baton!) (2)
Long Tooth
April 13th in 2021
Poet’s Notes:
(1) Life on earth evolves, is not fixed. Therefore, if God is real, He must evolve
as well! QED. What human mind can forbid God from changing? That is vanity
most high!
(2) A fantastic thing about the Bible to me is that while it’s literal translators
fail to embrace that the Bible is not rocket science, but poetry meant more for
children, their efforts do not stain the Bible itself. Despite the temptation of
priests (and parsons) to elevate Biblical disciples to Sainthood, the Bible itself
makes it clear over and over, in so many unique ways, that no human comes
close to saving themself by ‘right’ action in God’s eyes (His Justice). Grace was
always, and will always be, the only salvation for human souls, I humbly suggest, even before Christ’s birth. All are Saint's in Christ, before and after the flood!
Mid-day vibration is coming to town and the people are running around getting ready for a big party to celebrate their musical history.
More than a hundred ships are docked at sea
And my beau is waiting for me, which ship he will board
I can’t tell, I will only know when I hear the mid-night bell
And the lights come and reveal the surprise just before dawn
We are going on a voyage around the world and the single man is traveling without his girl a number of women surround him
And he greets everyone with a pleasant grin; let the party begin
Come and board this ship with me
we are going to the Caribbean sea
get your tickets and come we are going
to have plenty fun, I am weary of the
fussing and fighting and brotherhood
backbiting, the rhythm is buried in
the blues and I have a song that everyone
can sing and rock to its natural rhythm.
Years have gone by since we travel in the sky
we have had a hundred and four reservations
and twenty six cancellations and more than a million
mileage across eighty different country and I am not
done yet, I still have millions more miles to go before
I end the show. I watched the day’s creeps up on me
and my conscience running in front of me and destiny sings a cheerful song.
The big ship is leaving soon and a large crowd is
Standing by to load the vessel before midnight; my heart is bursting with flame and I don’t know when I will see you again.
We are going to the Caribbean to explore the land and play in the natural white sand; the waves are calm and the people are fine, and they everything to entertain all night, they will take you to places that you have never been, places that you can only see in your wildest dream.
I have million tickets for a week’s cruise, you can eat all that you can and walk around without shoes, the package include everything, food entertainment and good hotel living you have got to snatch up this bargain cause you will never get a deal like this again on planet earth and when the moon cross the sun you will know that the deal is done,
Get ready for the budget, ship we are going to explore your country towns and cities, good business is coming to town so clean up the places before the sun goes down, the budget ship is docked in your town so gather the people around.
I once asked auntie, ‘why oh why.
Don’t your relatives come to us?
We could have a nice service.
And spread the ashes in the sea!’
Auntie smiled at me that day.
As she gave that last ash filled package away.
And everyone was so kind too.
As handed an envelope to auntie for the next auntie’s ashes true.
Anyway she told me, ‘it would be wrong’
As her way, all have a fair share.
Well, I could not argue with that, could I?
As I seen the scales, she weighs auntie’s ashes on there.
By there I mean in her room.
From which I’m banned. I must confess.
As if I go in, while auntie is weighing one day.
The draft from the door would blow auntie auntie’s ashes away.
Now my morphine is kicking in.
I’ve had an idea to mention here.
If our country have got £50 million worth of good coke!
Why not sell it to addicts I quote.
They would know the dope is pure.
Would not cost so much to smoke I’m sure.
Then money from the sale could go.
To help our government’s coffers so!
The government can send more money out.
To Councils so they can have far more clout!
Oh! Auntie has asked me to find out.
If government are going to burn that dope!
As if they do, and mixed up in it.
Is some poor person who tried to swindle it!
All her relatives want to attend.
The crematorium or incinerator,
to pay their last respects,
to an unknown friend!
Auntie said. ‘All will stand well down wind.’
I tried to explain that would not be right.
But auntie had a glint in her eye.
And auntie said, ‘son, one must pay respects.
As some dope might die alone on
Now I must try and get some sleep.
As I’m driving auntie again,
tomorrow this week!!!
All that, because £50 million worth of heroin was washed up on our coast a couple of days ago. As you can imagine auntie is very upset and has taken to her room again.
I managed to get downstairs sitting on my bottom one step at a time and returned the same way. I think I’m in bed to stay today. And as I look out my window, there is light covering of that cold stuff called snow, so I’m glad I’m not driving Clarence anywhere today you know. And now it’s time to have my tablets and breakfast in bed, is so. Then a third dose of morphine and to dream world I just might go. Stanley. (The new mad Author.)
Form:
A rocky road we’ve through I know
But Hostility, is not how to solve it though
Things will never work out if we don’t love one another
Because here in this country, we are sister and brother
We outline our government sadly on the past
Which may be the reason we are starting to crash
Listening to the tone, that’s planted all in your ear
Enraging you with hate, racism, and fear
Though the civil rights laws have been passed and enforced
The unity of the union is still in tragic divorce
Maybe it’s all because we tend to be afraid of change, a coward
Making our homeland , the land not of the free, but of the sour
We all tend to, hate others because they are not like you
A human instinct, I don’t deny it’s truth
But sometimes inside ourselves we have to set that aside
And look at the new way in the light of our eyes
Ours eyes will not deceive us, that’s a promise I will keep
I promise you also, that I’m tired of seeing this land weep
Its been wrapped into a package, whose seal will just not break
Change in America, seems to be to much for us to take
Explain to me, what is race anyway, is it allowed to be defined
Is caring for any other race still considered to be a crime
A crime made up by all of us its so, not just by the white citizens
Oh yes, there’s just as much ignorance in Hispanic, Asian, native, and Afro men.
See, what you are failing to recognize is that this is the melting pot
Been around for two hundred years, and this caldrons still hot
The fire seems to just have started and it continues on
Serving up a new kind of man, and new type of Adam’s son
See if race is true, then American is a race alone
Because in its fine fabrics, to many races are sown
That’s why when I look, at an American like me
I see an identical person, an identical race to see
Colors, oh colors, you ask why they are so
It’s just the pigment in your skin that anyone can get you know
We all make beautiful children together, and their smiles tend to be white
Can’t you see that in this day and time, it’s time we truly unite
Say goodbye to the past, whip it all away, and focus on the future time
Where America well not fall , but climb
Out of this terrible, dreadful Abyss of horror
Get your transportation, because we are moving forward.
Form:
A BUTTERFLIGHT’S MR. RIGHT
Last night was television and going to sleep at eight
You were exhausted even though it wasn’t very late
So upon your pillow placed placidly lay comforted by soft
Until your weakened eyes closed and dreams lifted you aloft
In the dream you can’t really fly but it feels as if you do
Everything was vivid, the violet, the green and the blue
Flowers were everywhere and you cherished each one
While subconsciously you prayed this dream would never be done
Little children’s laughter echoed through the city where ever you went
And when angels whispered in your ear you knew not what they meant
You were headed for Mrs. Lopez’s little bodega where everything’s on sale
And she always has an amusing anecdote and laughs at herself after each tale
Milk, eggs, bread, butter and all that’s essential
And then the angels whispered, “this day has potential”
You headed home confused by what the seraphim had said
But in reality you were sleeping snuggled in the warmth of your bed
So back to the dream and it’s glorious end
With nary a scene no one need mend
You finished purchasing everything you’ve penned
Alas on the way home you dropped a package and a handsome man said “Pardon me but I’ve
a hand to lend”
And suddenly you recall what the angels said and you began to understand
And pictured this perfect pair sitting atop a dune carved out of sand
It was either the Mediterranean or the Caspian Sea
As you walked shoeless and he whispered, my sweet, it’s just you and me
With a wink and a yawn you awake in the very same bed
But still wondering about those angels and what they had said
Still you arose to shed lingerie for a lovely little skirt and a sweater
You tell yourself it was just a dream but reality would be much better
So that morning you were walking to work still wondering all along
It doesn’t matter what those angels said because even they can be wrong
Suddenly you drop your briefcase when you see a handsome man begin to bend
And then those angels made your Mr. Right say, “Pardon me, but I’ve a hand to lend”
© 2011.…phreepoetree
Girl, the worst kind of butterfly to be is in a collection smooshed between two panes of glass in
someone‘s beautiful collection …..don’t let happen to you!
Evening solitude
The walk was cold and lonely,
Interesting, I don't know, but this feeling always awaits me,
I don't need anything here or anywhere else.
Nothing, the night is waiting, I'll be invisible, I'm gone, reality flashes,
The reality was a delusion, and a deceptive blind world, a bright seduction,
My goodbyes will be eternal goodbyes. I know that there is eternal in me even then, and I will wake up somewhere else...
... And there will also be deadly desire and loneliness, which is an eternal companion...
The evening world, a nightmarish vision that embraces me and keeps me alive,
Me, to whom the world is a complete stranger, but knows everything and everyone, and there is no riddle for him,
But what's bad, I found myself. I defied fate, the reaper cut, I looked at my head, it fell, rolled, bounced further into the distance,
I laugh, my new face looks in the dark into the deep and dim distance,
And then the reaper opens a wine, fills the glasses, we toast, the wine has turned into blood in us,
Happy red tears running down my face,
The reaper smiles kindly at me, takes out the large and long package,
He unfolds it, it contains a scythe and a whetstone, and says:
Life didn't need you, you were killed by love, your love,
Don't worry, hell has stored everything about your life. Take the tool...
… and bring here all the suffering, the brokenhearted, the dying, the hopeless and the lonely…
My dear friend! Honorable Reaper! - I answer him - I happily accept the invitation, the invitation and the new life from you,
I promise that I will be a good night demon and that I will drag many souls here to the realm of hell,
Let them rejoice with us, since the suffering of their earthly life turned her into an endless euphoria of joy,
I know that here I don't need anything that gives me happiness, nothing, no pleasure,
The joy here will come naturally, and the souls who are still suffering in the earthly world will enjoy it a lot.
Suffering souls, don't give up
The hellish creatures cry bitterly over you,
We are waiting for you
There will be joy here, there will be no sorrow for earthly troubles,
After all, everything will be forgotten in that world.
And the pain there will shed flowers of joy and happiness here.
Speaker, speaker I'm listening...
You’re doing the right thing!
Unswayed from Kremlin propaganda
Isn’t how our country should swing
Faith changed; policies rearranged
Soul-searching, amazing grace you’ve seen the light
Unveilings of the autocrat,
Eluded the venomous snake bite
Boldly repelled the takeover of the Muscovite
Three foreign aid bills, thanks to you and Democrats!
Aid to Orient’s Formosa!
Aid to Eastern Europe!
Aid to Middle East!
Unwavering commitments
A revelation at the least
God’s saintly ears?
Send hope to the starving children of war and genocide
Listen to their screams and let them feast
They need YOU! by their side
Foreign war package they say does nothing for America,
Yet …it bolsters our reputation and saves our souls!
Keeps our sons and daughters home, out of harms way
Speaker, speaker Oyez! Oyez!
Now women need your help with rights of the Miranda
…---...SOS …---...
This will unfold, as I shall explain,
Again and again, more propaganda
There is a time for trifle idling,
there’s always time to dilly dally
With hard won rights now unbridling
But as for now, for our rights we rally
Crucial help for those will finally arrive
Good folks, unlike the Copperheads of yesteryear,
Or the Doughfaces, who let it happen, no ego here just strive
Women don’t live in fear!
Speaker, speaker I’m listening...
First and fourth amendment, 1864
Gone now, it isn’t anymore
Criminalizing women
Criminalize their travel
Pull over and pee on the strip!
Cops shall ask you for a pregnancy test
Ill fated, before you even begin your trip
Soon you’ll be stopped from your life’s zest
God’s saintly ears?
Send hope to the starving children of war and genocide
And for women’s automony
A unsettling Ad just viewed
Young women pulled over
Not an exaggeration
Speaker, speaker, I’m listening…
Your own want you gone,
Because to the other side you compromise and fawn,
All is music in God’s saintly ears?
You did good as statesmen should, risking all
I quote you now when you say,
“Let the chips fall where they may”