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Long poem by Gerald Dillenbeck | Details

Creative Climates for ThinkingFeeling

We are each a new way of bilateral becoming and thinking
about what a mind with body is,
where these are headed,
individually,
and as a part.

Thinking about what embodied consciousness is
and where,
in what stable climates of opportunity,
and which unstable subclimates of risk,
enculturing new ways of bilateral becoming
what our Earth's mindbody ecosystem is,
and where, 
in what universal temporal revolving seasonal climate of Earth,
enculturing timeless days of light and dark,
long before years of warm and cold
and planets sprouting ecosystemic networks
of open-interdependent ergodic universal climate,
binomial space with bilateral-functioning time emerging
each life light's ethological DNA/RNA emergent enriching string,
umbilical cord,
navel,
embryonic womb root system of form with nutritional function,
is yet incarnating
and from where,
from each of us co-arising balance without 
dualdark co-gravitating within 
dipolar prime relational
(0)-soul as sum,
as prime relational core climate CoMessianic-Tao.

Humanity's place within this ecosystemically enculturing internal landscape
has become traditionally told
as one inter-networked mandala,
a sacred organic-fertile healthy-positive, deviantly revolutionary
regenerational landscape.
Stuff of and for and with and in Permacultural Design 
through our DNA Holistic-Integral ReDevelopment.

We are still working out
how we have viralized victimization
and criminalization
and other negatively deviant deformations of socio-eco-political pathology,
like ignorance with prejudice,
hatred of Other with racism,
totalitarian egocentric megalomanic paranoia with terrorism,
anti-ecological intent with overly-competitive economic norms for and of Earth Nature/Spirit Justice,
ethological error with bad teleology concerning remaining issues
of (0)-sum ecopolitical health,
public health issues confusing humane sexuality and culture with self-slavery into indentured servitude of wealth 
that does not rhyme with health.

We are still working on over-commodified norms about EarthTribe's Commons,
the desecration of humane-divine dignity,
the desecration of our Earth Home,
for some a Gaia God/dess,
for others Prime Relational consort of FireGod's dipolar co-arising radiant bliss,
producer of all Earth's biosystemic nature-spirit organic species,
currently existing, yes,
but also emerged through root ecosystems of health-performing Elder ecopolitical health-wealth matriarchs and patricians,
native medicinals of earth and water,
fire radiating revolving cycling flames through therapeutic tunneling air.

Developmental intelligence refracted through RNA's nature/spirit health-values
to process and remember,
reweaving time's seasonal open-systemic
interdependently self-reflected light.

In bilateral thought
as in bicameral ecoconsciousness,
LeftBrain's either/or bipolar oppositionals
learn to ego/ecobalance with
RightBrain's reverse-temporal
both/and dipolar appositional wu wei climate of sacred co-presence,
Tipping Point positive abundance defaults 
of cognitive/affective confluence,
which is all that pathology does not co-arise,
which is cognitive-affective dissonance, stress, ecopolitical suffering.

In Systems Process Theory,
as in Permaculture Design,
any unit (landscape, subclimate)
containing and retaining feedback integrity 
of a streaming river,
radiant/co-gravitating light,
religioning sacred multicultures,
is systemically competent to process
and retain bilateral temporally-emergent positive cause
through double-negatively effective co-feeding information.

To our Right BrainBody ecosystemic incoming processors,
our Interior MindBody Landscape
functions like an intricate liturgically sacred mandala
holding interdependent Both/And polarities within a cooperative ecopolitical network
simultaneously framed, co-incident, 
with LeftBrain's emerging ecological networks of diverse 0 dimensions:
metric linear cause/effect past/future one dimensional,
graphic one through three space dimensional-static,
0-Centric alpha/omega Tipping Point diastolic-dimensional universe of polynomials,
4D geometric interactive information/exformation,
feedback regarding exterior community economic transactions of healthy/pathological value,
with everything in-between either extremely idealistic label,
with and without political power now,
in the past, stronger or weaker and why?
to project future CQI health-wealth trends.

Egos are interdependent ecosystemic units,
as are species,
but of a higher exegetically ecological type,
evidence of past evolving successes,
as are DNA with RNA transubstantiating Elder species,
still encrypted to this day
within each sacred mindbody ecosystem.

Climatic polarization of opinions
between those who perceive sacred ecosystems
where others see, more reductively,
linear equations and sequences of kosmic-karmic cause and effect,
secular,
reified academic ecosystemic co-arising evolutionary ethology,
currently emerging a more replete, culturally resonant
(0) soul Process GroupSystemic Prime Fractal/Octave-Lattice Network 
emerging positive-deviant frame-closure revolutions
defining Basic Nutritional Co-Present EcoPolitical TrendFunctions
as Binomial-Binary 4D WinWin Gaming Balance Theory
for Regenerative Optimization of economicHealth/political EarthRights Wealth,
every philanthropic heart's ultimate rich-deep wet soulful dream.

Bicamerally organizing humane intelligence,
still remains confluent with multiculturally accessible ontologies
in which contrasting poles of interior mental life
are teleologically assumed to be more highly positive-interactive when therapeutic,
and each internal dipolarity actively "both-anding" promotes the other
under confluent,
peaceful,
healthy states of mind with body.

Each of us walking/talking biosystems
contains an internally sacred landscaped sub-climate,
by no means monocultural unless nearly dead of exhaustion,
and more dipolar co-arising 
toward Tipping Points 
toward diastatic health optimization.














Copyright © Gerald Dillenbeck | Year Posted 2016

Long poem by Ivor Davies | Details

Legacy of Penang

Back in 1962 when I was just a lad
my dad gave me a holiday
the best I ever had.
A holiday of every dream
that one lifetime could hold
so listen while this wondrous time 
to you I now unfold:

In bygone years to travel far
was not a normal thing,
to travel some six thousand miles
by plane was amazing!
Propellers aided by a jet,
a very modern way,
aboard a British Eagle plane
my life would change that day.

A little island in the sun
where British troops were based
on active service out Far East
where they would get a taste
of jungle warfare while they helped
to form a brand new state
by helping stop objections from 
a few this change did hate.

But as a teenage boy, you see,
the politics of war
were not as noticeable to me
as other things I saw.
I felt the beauty of this land
with folk of every kind
for at this time in England
few ‘cultures’ could be found. 

For back at home in Blighty
a youngster such as me
had to know his place in life
and couldn’t roam quite free,
but out here in the tropics
no prejudice I found
of the nature that had kept me thus
by England’s limits bound.

Now out here in Malaysia,
on this island of Penang,
I found a place where deep inside
stirred memories that sang
of a time in my existence
that I’d never felt before
born of ancient inner knowledge
that my soul was screaming for.

To continue with my story
of the time I was a lad,
when in a British Barracks
with a soldier for a dad
I had given up my schooling
for adventure in the world
and like a butterfly emerging
my wings were now unfurled.

On this truly wondrous island
Minden Barracks was my home
with excitement and adventure
wherever I could roam.
I immersed in all the wisdom
of simplicity I met
and learned that what you give to life,
returns in what you get.
 
For the Chinese and the Indians,
Malays and some ex-pats
had found ways to live together
though all wore different hats,
in perfect symbiosis
where all fulfilled their roles
and by leaning on each other
could emancipate their goals.

Now even at this early age,
I was not too dim to see
that the rich were getting richer
and the poor were never free,
but something buried deep inside
these people of Penang
bore a certain understanding
of the common song they sang.

Now I grew up very quickly
as my friends all went to war,
young soldiers who were now my age
what were they fighting for.
Atrocities befell them 
as they fought Malaysia’s side
against those from Indonesia
who would not join this ride.

Skirmishes abundant
though Penang was hardly hit,
it was only very seldom
that we faced a scary bit.
When Minden B’ was threatened
all the locals stayed inside
just in case the British soldiers
started shooting the wrong side!
 
But throughout this ‘confrontation’
my job became pure joy,
for the Army’s recreation 
then became my brand new toy.
On the island’s sandy beaches
you would find me day by day
driving speed boats for the soldiers
when they found the time to play.

In Penang, their favourite island,
 the troops would take their leave
and have fun while water skiing
as they took a short reprieve
from the nature of their duties
that had brought them to this land
and for just a fleeting moment
could enjoy the sea and sand.

For three years whilst Water Skiing
I enjoyed this paradise
but the days I was not working
were all equally as nice
for at home in Minden Barracks
was a special swimming pool
where friends would meet
and wash their souls
with conversation’s tool.

This really was the centre
of our commune in this land,
the meeting place for sharing
where all friends would understand.
Soldier’s wives, their men at war,
and others gathered round,
if any place is hallowed
then this pool is sacred ground.
 
But Georgetown and its traders
was the place I loved to be
where the colour, noise and culture
always let my soul soar free.
Where the many, many trishaws
and the bikes and traffic mix,
with the hawkers, shops and markets
this is where I got my fix!

Four good years I lived my life
in this very special place,
absorbing understanding
at a multicultural pace.
I’d been born into a country
that the world thought was mature,
but maturity is lost of mind
when progress is the lure.

Back in 1962 when I was just a lad
my dad gave me a holiday
the best I’d ever had.
Back in 1966 I went back home again
and the schooling that I’d given up
had not been lost in vain,
for I’d learnt the real meaning
of my Life in this short stay,
a meaning full of everything
I carry till this day.

So now I’m in My sixties,
not the sixties of my past
and the thing I’ve found along the way
is most things never last.
But learn from where you travel,
let morals be your guide
for none can steal the things you hold
and carry deep inside.

Ivor G Davies

Copyright © Ivor Davies | Year Posted 2015

Long poem by Gerald Dillenbeck | Details

Variations on a Cultural Theme

It was sometime back in the 70's,
my later 20's,
I woke up one morning to realize
EgoSelf as an often dissonant nest 
of natural systemic TaoEarth,
a mindbody bicameral treehouse
in some way that felt socially
and economically
and perhaps even politically awkward.

Too much like an Ugly Duckling Ego
in a Cinderella Opera,
clearly expecting myself to overcompensate
for my alien social-regenerative nature,
by learning to play each of the other roles
co-arising adeptly.

Prince Charming to my kids and husband,
somehow especially sadly 
because I have the only AngloIdentified
AnthroBioSystem
in my Ugly StepSister/Brother and Cinderella and
Prince Charming family. 

Carefully avoiding LoseLose Economist
as SuperUgly dualdark StepMother
of malicious,
mendacious,
hateful intent 
to play out a MonoCulturally supremacist Win-Lose Opera,
with me in charge of racist misery.

It was not until we all began stretching together
to comprehend what it means,
in terms of health and beauty,
goodness and truth,
to become daily reborn
into a PostMillennial Taoist Unitarian Universalism,
more richly hued polycultural health outcomes increase.

In this PostTaoist UU Landscape,
I have come to correlate
Left MindBody Language,
with YangPowered nutritional-natural health outcomes

If, and only if,
co-arising MidWay Tipping Point
of deductive-within-inductive mutual nature/spirit interest and value,
Elder Right MindBody Inductive-Empathic-Subjective
nutritional-nurturing PermaCultural 
dialectical decomposition confirms
RNA (0)-soul regenerative health enculturation-confluence, 
contentment, 
no ecosystemic stress,
trending toward PolyCultural Climaxing Outcomes,
where P as Exterior Landscape
reiterates reverse-temporal intention
of NotNot P as EcoInterior Right MindBody Landscape.

This is densely substantial and speaks of rich fertility,
and is kind of a lot to carry around in one bicamera-rolling mindbody ecosystem,
but,
for us,
together, I hope,
our already shared Main (0)Mega Point Principle of Time,
is a dipolar nature-spirit nondual radically symbiotic hypothesis

Universal-ConVex c-squared YangTime
functions unitarian within 4D RealTime e-squared 
PrimeRelational Right MindBodies
co-arising
Newtonian gravitational waves -,-
Einsteinian radiant frequency bilateral +,+ mutually positronic-elational,
are also double-bound reverse-immune aptic-negentropic-electronic fractal ballast.

I hope you are familiar with Right-brain love of health as symmetry
and truth and goodness
and light rather more than dual dark
as sensual-polycultural-receptor color and tone,
autonomic temporal balance of bilateral/bicameral systems,
breathing and heart-beat norms of mindbody health,
blood flow nutrient ebb and flow streams of energetic balance,
these bilateral-revolving flow structures,
like DNA ladders
twisting in fractalspiral ordered revolutions
never quite reaching EgoHome,
but fully-defining-refining
our Earth-centered hearts and rivers
of internal nutritional blood-systemic fueled
neural mindbody flow systems of balance,
ebb-exhale YinUnitarian,
flowing inhale diastolic Yang Universal.

Now I unfold each morning
stepping into a PermaCulturing Opera,
co-arising Janus-faced bicameral mindbody spacetime
and language,
dialects and seasonal nutritional dynamics of light love
and peaceful contentment-nature,
with dipolar appositional dualdark AngerLose-FearLose
cognitive-affective dissonance,
Tipping Point notices from Elders past
ruminating dualdark voices of Time's languaged present
co-presence,
(0)-EcoConsciousness.

Buckminster Fuller often plays
Elder Ugly Duckling Prophet and Father of Time.
He speaks eco-logos to biological UU systems
using analogies of temporal-bilateral dialects,
diapraxis,
diastasis,
transforming-fusing fold and unfold functions
metaphysical correlations incarnating physical form,
development regenerative potential.
Time folds Yang convexly,
Physical Universe as closed present-tense diastatic potential,
achieved through cooperative co-mentorship of design and development,
Time unfolds Yin bilaterally OpenSystemic,
concavely unitarian-integral-dialectic-fractal-prime-dipolar-relationship-elation-co-gravitation-implicate-string-nature's-time-syntaxed-order....

And, maybe,
wondering what you UniversalYang with UnitarianYin Right MindBody Balance
bicamerally ego/eco-conscious folks polypathically think,
what we might find,
discover,
recover,
within Bucky Fuller's Synergy,
as Polycultural Climax ReGenerative TemporalSpatial Design,
and elsewhere too,
in PermaCultural apps for cooperatives
economic
and political
and ecological
and health-value systemic
by divesting of toxic monocultural over-competitive anthro-development
within this lifetime's Ego-Deductive-Dominant PreMillennial Memory.




Copyright © Gerald Dillenbeck | Year Posted 2016

Long poem by T Wignesan | Details

Which paradise is not the elusive chimere

Which paradise is not the elusive chimère?
	 	 
…how long does it take to live one life…learn the lessons of a lifetime…find the time to live…find the time to sort things out…know what you did was wrong…know in whom lay the blame…what court hears your plea over your unwanted unwilled birth…who is there to tell you here is where you went wrong in the choices you made…take you by the hand and tell you this is not your making…this is all a dream…a dream that’ll never come true… what… is the maker a masochist…to what enduring purpose have you been asked to join the rest… would you want sex if you knew who you would put into this world… is there a crime more despicable than the life you engender into a world you cannot foresee… can you live as long as your progeny to protect them from the torture your genes prepare them for… can you provide for the unforeseen… for the dark that awaits you…your own faults visited on some one else you could never have conceived in thought…since the yonder is dark unknowable for all you know empty why continue… what ultimate purpose aeons from now affects you… is there a purpose to purpose…we search and search and see far enough only to be told we are getting closer and closer to the truth… nearer and nearer to the eternal truth… the one single formula to explain it all… the unified theory of theories… only to be told in between lie the dark matter the black holes three times the known dimensions of worlds hidden within unfathomable worlds of universes buried beyond sight beyond thought… all exploding colliding intermingling intersecting  in the unreachable distance that may have been but never probably was…that the infinitely tiniest world releases the infinitely bigbangish universe… who is to believe we’re going anywhere… who is to believe we are going some place…can you conceive of anything of anybody of anybeing of any self-making engine who/which can create an ounze of space let alone the mighty exploding skies hidden within the atoms… can you conceive of a plan so complex so minute so self-propagating so complete so thorough from time immemorial to time eternal from the ends of the endless space which could have inhabited some mighty self-sufficient all-mightiness…and yet it is true… it must be true…how else can you explain this eternal laila this eternal ephemeral-ness this eternal dance…nadaraja stomping twisting flailing his six arms in all six pairs of eye-directions…siva the destroyer…siva the adept dancer…siva the twelve to twenty-nine strings dancing vibrating in dimensions unseen to the eye… IT is there to be seen and be wondered at to be felt and to be suffered to be thought of and to keep thinking about to be befuddled about and to be flabbergasted by… to know that IT exists… touch yourself and you touch the IT… think you’re touching and you’re the IT thinking… but spread your fingers and cry abacradabra… no matter materialises no ready-made canvass no finished book no symphony drivels drops drips from your fingers… is this a mystery… is this a joke… if i’m part of the IT why is there no nothing at my command… are we then part of the IT… can we be part of the IT… or is the IT split into smithereens… no more the IT… no more the creating preserving destroying omnipotent IT the dancing Nadarajah the thundering Rudra the wailing Vayu the slaughtering Kali the admonishing Krishna the cool beneficent Vishnu…is the IT then in need of its sundered parts…must we all come to gather come together to save the IT and put IT back into place… put IT back in ITS self-conceiving womb never again to see the light of the Brahma Day…is the IT in need of all the consciousnesses IT split into to constitute ITS once inconceivable consciousness…is this  the Christian redemption… is this the Arabian heaven watered by streams of milk by date-palms… oases… to the sound of the singing of seventy-two virgins…nay…succulent dates…’a book of verse/a jug of wine/and thou singing beside me in the wilderness/and the wilderness is paradise enow//” …is this the Buddhist nirvana… is this the Taoist-Stoic submission to the ways of Nature…if not what purpose is there to a finalising finite world… what purpose is there to extending a quest for betterment when the Aztec sun drunk with human blood never rises again…when suns quasars galaxies universes are all doomed to be exploded out of their orbits… what purpose to so much human suffering and animal and insect and plant degradation…but gaseous-mineral stoicness….           

Abstracted from T. Wignesan. Ice in my Eyes…Paris, 2004-06, pp.  308-310.
© T. Wignesan – Paris, 2016.

Copyright © T Wignesan | Year Posted 2016

Long poem by JW Earnings | Details

Lovers Gonna Love

See me in the Garden of Eve
Because a sinner like me...I deceive
The flock of sheep,
Yet it's my job not to weep
I'll be the good example everyone wants me to be
I'll be the good example 
Shake off the dread
The styles of modern art - never dead...never dead\

Lovers gonna love

Lovers gonna love

Lovers gonna love

Come on and hear me out
Hear me out this time

Lovers gonna love

Lovers gonna love

Lovers gonna love

I want to be a good leader
I'm trying my best to pass the test
That life gives me...lover,
Lovers gonna love and haters gonna hate
Heart broken and shameful...
My hopeless Spirit - so bashful

Lovers gonna love

Lovers gonna love

Lovers gonna love

Come on and hear me out
Hear me out this time

Lovers gonna love

Lovers gonna love

Lovers gonna love

Balloons in the air like we don't care
Sex in the air like we don't care
But, sex isn't the only thing in mind
A past never spoken is left behind

Lovers gonna love

Lovers gonna love

Lovers gonna love

Come on and hear me out
Hear me out this time

Lovers gonna love

Lovers gonna love

Lovers gonna love

I want to be a good leader
I'm trying my best to pass the test
That life gives me...lover,
Lovers gonna love and haters gonna hate
Heart broken and shameful...
My hopeless Spirit - so bashful
I want to be a good leader
I'm trying my best to pass the test
That life gives me...lover,
Lovers gonna love and haters gonna hate
Heart broken and shameful...
My hepeless Spirit - so bashful

Lovers gonna love

Lovers gonna love

Lovers gonna love

Come on and hear me out
Hear me out this time

Lovers gonna love

Lovers gonna love

Lovers gonna love

You flatter me with words of wisdom, oh Lord
I shall not lie, 
I shall honor my father and mother,
I shall not kill
I am so worried about my beloved brother
He has gone to a place
So far away - I hide my face
Don't view me - the disgrace...
Please don't...
I won't...
Hurt you
Do you get the clue?

Lovers gonna love

Lovers gonna love

Lovers gonna love

Come on and hear me out
Hear me out this time

Lovers gonna love

Lovers gonna love

Lovers gonna love

I want to be a good leader
I'm trying my best to pass the test
That life gives me...lover,
Lovers gonna love and haters gonna hate
Heart broken and shameful...
My hopeless Spirit - so bashful
I want to be a good leader
I'm trying my best to pass the test
That life gives me...lover,
Lovers gonna love and haters gonna hate
Heart broken and shameful...
My hepeless Spirit - so bashful

Lovers gonna love

Lovers gonna love

Lovers gonna love

Come on and hear me out
Hear me out this time

Lovers gonna love

Lovers gonna love

Lovers gonna love

Lovers gonna love
I am the one in love
I Am Disgraceful 
Tension-whelmed and wonderful,
Wonder feelings douse me
I am the bubbles in the tub
I need a massage - a love rub

Lovers gonna love

Lovers gonna love

Lovers gonna love

Come on and hear me out
Hear me out this time

Lovers gonna love

Lovers gonna love

Lovers gonna love

Twerking at the sound of ridiculous music
I am found and brainwashed...

Lovers gonna love

Lovers gonna love

Lovers gonna love

Come on and hear me out
Hear me out this time

Lovers gonna love

Lovers gonna love

Lovers gonna love

Come on and hear me out
Hear me out this time

Lovers gonna love

Lovers gonna love

Lovers gonna love

Come on and hear me out
Hear me out this time
This time
This time......
THIS  TIME!!!

Lovers gonna love

Lovers gonna love

Lovers gonna love

I want to be a good leader
I'm trying my best to pass the test
That life gives me...lover,
Lovers gonna love and haters gonna hate
Heart broken and shameful...
My hopeless Spirit - so bashful
I want to be a good leader
I'm trying my best to pass the test
That life gives me...lover,
Lovers gonna love and haters gonna hate
Heart broken and shameful...
My hopeful heart beats on...
Positivity has hit me....
No longer distressful until the arrival of the dawn
Negativity comes rollin' in 
Take a seat next to me, sin
Let me whisper gently in your ears
The secret I longed to say for years:
I have bisexual tendencies...
I'm as crazy as the monkeys, hanging from the trees

Come on and hear me out
Hear me out this time

Lovers gonna love

Lovers gonna love

Lovers gonna love

& the haters *laughs* they gonna hate
Please don't pick a fight over here and debate
Please...?
Put my mind at ease......

Copyright © JW Earnings | Year Posted 2014

Long poem by JW Earnings | Details

Stimulation: Paradise of Passion

Paradise of passion has dawned upon my mind of my once dusked mindset (desired future of peace that has transformed my mind that was of darkness for the better) 
I'm envious of others' ecstasy for some reason still unknown to me and it gets me awfully upset, which leads to ridiculous regret 

Sensitive by the spooky darkness you mused about - you've spoke with me about them many times
A thousand times, I've listened to your nonsense babbling...the clock of wisdom and a logical understanding behind it chimes (understanding wise sayings when someone speaks foolishly)

Don't think ill of me because I am attempting to do what's best
Rumors of me have spread like a cancer in my skin, making me feel afraid beyond control 
Don't fail me with an F, professor of pleasure - I just detest your test (not accepting authority as of education-wise)
I keep on assuming that I know the solutions to some of their problems, but I can't cheat them into the snare of I'll-always-be-there - I'm overwhelmed somewhat as a whole more or less...my skull is banging with irritably that catches on fire like crow-black coal 

I gotta tell you that anger-inspired disheartenment has taken its toll in my life 

Dreams that I've dreamt flood into my mind at last and I can explain it with my unspeakable speech 
I never understood the meaning of life until God has set me free from fear and anxiety 
Gleaming glory was hard to reach until my hopes were ascended like the sunset at the beach
Funny that you never knew exactly where I stood until I spoke to you in private, drawing you away from the commotion crowd that is of glee obscurity (happiness that's full of uncertainty and of unknown reasons) 

Know that I'm genuine in what I say...
What I do has made me look rebellious in every single way
I apologize for being a foolish boy that tried to fulfill my temporary lusts that turn to dust in the long run (worthless as a whole) 

Don't seek me in times of trouble...you told me I was untrustworthy in your speech that I don't beseech at all 
I'm not wise...and you're not the fool, so don't just make assumptions that I'm drunk off of the wine of I'm-fine-and-you're-not-fine (I don't judge irreverently, so don't think that I do)
Predicting the future in a negative way did me no good obviously...
You're so oblivious of my insane pain in my heart...I can now see to a somewhat high degree 

You don't know my mind and I don't know yours
You sit around at home and I do endless chores
I'm trying to get your attention I longed to get
But, all this tension we have in our relationship, frankly, is building up like unpaid debt

I'm scared for your well-being...
Ignorance doesn't necessarily belong to a narcissistic being (meaning being unaware doesn't mean you're self-seeking)
Just know that I've saved you from future heartache and what I did was a mistake...
It wasn't for the sake of misleading you into being with me...these leaves just need a rake (my mess just needs a cleaning)

Don't keep your distance from me...
I want you back in my life 
I'll say what I need to say and take action...
Jealousy will not wear me down as it did lately
I'm jealous because I want, but I can't give...I need doubts to die, but I need to let live (in other words, I need to move on with no worry in mind) 

I lie awake for your acceptance time and time again

I cheated death many times in my life
Suicidal thoughts have only led to strife
Deep inside, I want to cry because the positivity that I try to think up on gets drowned by poorly-built guilt 
Things are getting outta hand all the time I say the wrong words that I don't mean to say...all I say is not always heartfelt - my flowers of flourishing hopes and joyous mopes wilt (positivity turns into negativity) 

Complicated dilemmas I watch on television
It was never my intention to gaze away at my procrastinated decision (meaning I didn't mean to distract myself from doing something important)

Dyslexia put me in fear
Writing this has made me shed a tear
Because all that I hold dear
Is pretty much gone from my grasp 
God is near to repair me until I'm faithfully functional again...so, here I am...I am waiting for your awed gasp (meaning waiting for someone's approval) 

Genius pervertedness floods society's system...switched into the mindset of keep calm and go with the program
I am used as a gem, then abused by the signs of their corruption, taking advantage of me - I am still God's wandering lamb

Copyright © JW Earnings | Year Posted 2016

Long poem by Johnny Williams | Details

Valentines Day Is Everyday

Her cognition is sporadic
Longing for her to relax
And display calm tactics
Lay on my chest like it’s a hammock
When she isn't calm
I can't stand it
Cause behaviors like these in women
Can easily become habits
It won't happen to my woman
She's in love
That's it
She can sit in the couch
Or lay her marvelous body on the mattress
By her side I am her servant
At her service
She's my queen
No doubt she deserves this
I observe frequent wants
I analyze constant needs
And her dreams come with immediate results from me
There's no such thing as greed
Her expectations
I command myself to exceed
Because it's my Heart she keeps stealing
My feelings have no ceilings
Have no walls
It's all about her everyday
Answer her every beck and call
Call me what you want
But she calls me John Boy
And I call her baby
Every day is Valentine's Day for her
It's called love far from crazy
I daydream
And I fantasize
She wants me to ratify
I see it in her eyes
I see her thoughts
Breathing harder
Body getting hot
I love the uniqueness
That lies inside her soul
I place Campbell’s Chunky Soup and some chunky kisses
In her dinner bowl
When she doesn't get her way
Her chest gets hella swole
Seeing her beam
Is my daily goal
Go and marvel her under the covers
Just like a mole
Bond with her berries
This is my safe haven savior
It's far from scary
This is the woman I enjoy every lick of
This is the woman I want to one day marry
I still reminisce about our 1st kiss
Now I shower her with kisses
That led to other activities
No matter how tired I am
She's entitled to all of my energy
The Laughs we share
Of course she cares
Together tackling lions, liars, and Bears
Sleep together holding her in my arms
All while we're holding hands
And it's my duty to bring Valentine's Day everyday
That's how I ended up being her forever man
Our relationship is steadily budding
I'm enjoying every step of the journey
Cause we haven't even came close to the summit
I still want to meet Roddy and your other cousins
Take Jayden trick or treating
And help him carve pumpkins
It's February
But every day is Halloween
Taste your candy
Vanilla filing comes out
And so does screams
Improved results
Since I put Coach Motley on my team
My dream cum conclusion came true
And so did my dream.
Drink that drink that
Like its candy concocted codeine
Drink her devotion
Cause she's my queen
I'll do anything
No questions asked
No back talk or sass
Get her a peace backpack from Razz Razzmatazz
Write a poem about her past
Then write one about her time with Jazz
Love her love her in every way
It's about to be March
And for her it's Valentine's Day
I'll fight every obstacle that tries to deteriorate
Tax season
Give Pisces Paradise a little decorate
We'll never desolate
Lewis told us to wait
So we'll get married when I'm 28
I hate relying on holidays
To make sure your heart is straight
Every day is Valentine's days
Every day is Xmas
Whether were racing go carts
Or eating McChicken no lettuce
I'm proud of you
And more proud of us
We made it through The Lew
And Flex's cloud of dust
Go home and sit down
And watch Penny Proud and a Puff
Put walls up from others
We need to tint our car
But even before Creamy the Car
We have to remember what made us who we are
Talking all night till the next day
Hit a nerve
Then I wipe your tears away
Kiss like it’s the last time we'll meet
I know what you're thinking
No no need for you to speak
Legs tangled in the Spider-Man sheets
Our senses are enhanced
I give a glance
You start to feel the wander
Of my curious hands
Your voice getting raspy
Either you're Horny of getting the itus
The other stuffed are in the living room
But Shadow and Am'Aya Mouse sleep beside us
Cracking our toes in sync
Only setting us up for arthritis
At least know what's coming
We both hate surprises
She's my hynes
And I'm affectionate starving
Hearts is beating double time
You can hear the echo throughout the apartment
Rub your butt
Skin soft as Charmin
Every time you move
I hear it and feel it because the headboards lose
An effortless kiss
Is an extraordinary boost
It brings sonic rings and shivers down my spine
The constellations align
No one can break our bond and bind
Why start crying
When we're incredible fine
You're my future, love, Xmas, Easter, my Valentine's
But most importantly you’re infinitely mine

Copyright © Johnny Williams | Year Posted 2017

Long poem by Poetryof Providence | Details

BLUEPRINT FOR A KINGDOM

You have fixed   all movements   within time 
every trails destination    have you outlined
no creature     can operate           outside its rule
the regulations of the cosmos       no man can overrule

You oh Jah are the former of    our clay
little have you asked    but learn to love your way
forsake us will you never            only we can turn away
ever open are your promises   beckoning us to      stay

you have sent your voice       gently into the wind
to inform us all   of the future               YOU intend
the invitations are being sealed          until the end
from your throne itself                did they descend 


Oh governor of Israel   your servants have a task
to walk the path of truth           false religion to unmask
upon Christ's shoulders    all government shall come
peace on earth completed             when your will is done

all the histories show            every        ruler of men
foster violence , injustice , hatred                      greed and sin
their arsenal of weapons              their intentions a crime
full detonation             is only            a matter of time

fomentation of terror     false stories do they use
lie to their own citizens        calumny as news
misleading of the nations    earths peoples do abuse
to pursue the cause of justice                   do refuse

I can hear the weeping  , the cries have filled my ears
earthwide is the suffering ,     children daily live with tears
famine and starvation , disease           wars and fears
past the point of denial ,                    left to us extinction nears

Without Gods intervention      mankind would not survive
those holding the power            don't care if you remain   alive
your slavery is their fuel        so in wealth they thrive
for power and pleasure    is the focus of their drive

Earths current calamites   occurring as was foretold
materialism and technology          sought for just like gold
every form            of promiscuity       ones body has been sold
violence and crimes and hatred           in  characters taken hold

Everything you plan   to your children       you do inform
the blueprint for the future    your purpose to perform
every framework and design    will earthly place transform
a government that loves         on the verge      of being born

No other fathers instructions        have been so clear
every happiness conceived          planned on placing here
from the beginning   you have designed   what was to come
the implementation and time              taken it to be done

You designed the blueprint    of the children you would raise
those who alongside Jesus     and his character displays
anointed and appointed to serve      everlasting days
who will rule the nations         teach them all your ways

As sure as a refiners fire       separates the gold
a razors edge      on the sword of truth       foretold
the forger of the weapon        the right-hand of God
until his governors      in his footsteps   fully trod

From the heavens   true justice          will descend
incorruptible            who mankind's   tyranny    will end
will remove all oppression   and little ones  defend
of its loving-kindness   and mercy            can everyone depend

Every prophet from beginning the kingdom given voice
that between life and death           you have been given choice
installation of its kings     is drawing very near
God who by Christ Jesus    expressed intentions very clear

No child will ever hunger           in this place
every physical infirmity   and disease effaced
every sorrow and mourning       with joy replaced
and even death itself            has been erased

These promises      God has through  Christ demonstrated
for its fulfillment have        his servants     ever waited
where happiness and bliss          lives in every home
the original design        that exalts this throne

Your work oh Jah I magnify , joy and blessings bring
all glorious and majestic ,       crowning of your King
through him and his companions   praise on earth  will ring
of its exaltation            those who love him sing

sources
 
Gen. 1 & 2 Isaiah  9:1-7 , 11, 13:9-13,
16:5 , 24,35 , 55 ,   65:17-25
 Zec 9:9-17  Gospel parables of the Kingdom
 Rev.17-21

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via Duboff Law Group LLC

Copyright © Poetryof Providence | Year Posted 2014

Long poem by Gerald Dillenbeck | Details

Slice and Dicey EcoFeminists

We could invite many ways
to slice and dice the prism
EcoFeminist.

I first ran into this label
when spoken by a sexual advocate
in the early 70s
at the University of Michigan,
from the mouth of a transgendering ecofeminist
who felt more matriotic about land and people and plants
than patriotic about a nation and state
whose laws,
and the paternalistic parents of those laws,
declare s/he had no right to exist,
certainly not propogate.
No right to love
whom s/he loved
in her proud
and loyal
and honorable
and grateful ecofeminist way.

I can more dimly hear ecofeminist
as an ecologist
who happens to also be a feminist,
but this lacks sufficient resonance and resolution for me.

I can hear ecofeminist
as feminist
who also happens to know about her/his natural environment
and yet this planet inspires feelings of fertile interdependence
as healthy
and would better expire laws of nature
devoid of wealthy co-relationship,
wherein human nature
stands godlike patriarchal and supremely above
our agribusinesses of generic commodified nature
to declare humane wealth
measured only by this quarter's productivity
intended to leave all fields and forests and oceans barren
before moving on
to our next hostile ecopolitical takeover.

To me,
fully articulating my ecofeminist heart and mind
cannot separate this scientist of Earth's biosystems
from our fertile-loving nurturance of health,
our most abundant echoing and regenerating cross-trained selves.

EcoFeminists
fade and fail when personal health outcomes
are depoliticized from national and international lands and oceans,
as well as removed from local and bioregional wealth production,
without co-balancing healthy educational consumption.

Feminist ecologists
abundantly cooperatize, optimize,
when personal health ownership reflects our land and water,
fire and wind wealth of ecosystemic
economic
co-investing balance.

EcoFeminists
are radical cooperativists,
singers and dancers and self-entertainers,
planters as harvesters,
birthers before butcherers,
listeners before performers,
speakers
doers
seekers
learners and educators,
parents and mentors,
because this is who we were all born to become
to-gathering ecofeminists.

Our schools,
from preK through post-doctorate,
technical conservation through liberal arts and entertainment,
real estate through real organic wealth,
would each and all do a better job together
of nurturing and growing 
and provisioning and providing ecofeminist leaders
if educational curricula
were more permaculturally designed
with ecofeminist divas in the rooms
and in the fields,
and on the seas and rivers,
and not so over infested with unnatural lawyers
who believe our vocations
are to settle for Win some secular health
by losing some sacred wealth,
to teach us why we must not healthy do
as we would most wealthily,
holistically,
cooperatively,
sacredly prefer.

I want to think and feel as a grateful ecofeminist of grace
at school
and church
and mosque
and voting booth
for whom health and wealth
smell and feel and talk together
like Yin reweaving Yang
in co-ecofeminist solidarity,
deep learning regenerations
of (0)Sum
WinWin producing YangSpace
as also consuming Yin PrismedTime.
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Neither ecofeminist educators
nor prisms
could wisely argue
about which lens is most correctly primal
or (0)-prime best.

Healthiest is cooperatively wealthiest
with us all,
Yang sending as Yin receiving
simultaneously WinWin.

Which is the Greatest God of All?
disputes do not emerge from prisms,
rather prisons and schools
and bad faith communities
and fake news communications
of retributive WinLose monopolies
devolving toward LoseLose anti-systemic theories
and nihilistic hypotheses
filling in
until our return to restorative mercies and joys
conjoining EcoFeminist Gaian Principles and Procedures
toward more polyculturing prismatic outcomes
of deep
and rich
and wide nutrition,
health optimizing wealth,
planting seeds of wisdom as we have always eco-harvested.

Copyright © Gerald Dillenbeck | Year Posted 2017

Long poem by JW Earnings | Details

Sitting On The Ground - Embrace Your Passions

Give me a minute to catch my breath before I discover what’s in store Embrace your passions…never let it go… I smell the scent of death…what am I waiting for? Embrace your passions…never let it go… One…two…three…four…I’m waiting behind the closed door…for you’re the one I adore…(count with me…count on me...)x2 Embrace your passions…never let it go… One…two…three…four…count the stars in the ebony skies and find my young heart’s goodness, boldness and eternal bliss Embrace your passions…never let it go… It feels good to do good works…instead of hanging out with countless jerks! Embrace your passions…never let it go…doing the wrong thing makes me guilty and I suck up woe and sprinkle baking soda & wheat flour upon the gooey & soft dough, soon to be puffed up so! Go with the flow…don’t let the wicked wind blow Embrace your passions…never let it go… Let the blessed breeze blow and let your ardent auras glow Embrace your passions…never let it go… Give me another chance to grow into a young man Embrace your passions…never let it go… Give me another reason to overcome – Please! Get me out of my lonesome pit! I forlorn and sit These waves of emotions – I’ll face em like a man if I can! Embrace your passions…never let it go… Give me another chance to overcome – Come on! Let His healing rain fall down and let me bathe in it I’ve fallen hard on the cement… But, my heart is pounding with content… Were you and I meant to be forever blue? You wanna be part of my crew? Embrace your passions…I’ve seen you’ve changed..you obeyed me and let go of your wistful woe (the night is shrouded with the wings of a crow & you rejected your possibility of going with the flow...you let my emptiness and numbness show...I lack your confident, sunlit glow) For the first time around, I see you’ve made a difference – I see the new you… wow, I never knew the new you…that change came out of the blue Be good to me and I’ll do good to you… I don’t wanna know your dark side and I don’t want to… Your miracles out of the blue…out of the blue… I’m still getting over the aftershocks of the love flu Come on and shine your light on me…give me your inner inspiration Come on and be mine day in and day out with glee – you’re my beloved aspiration…you’re my admiration…sweet and salty sensation You make my heart beat with anticipation You make my heart beat without a missing beat You make my rowdy, heartfelt rhythm without hesitation You make my heart beat like the taps of my feet You make me feel awfully complete! You’re neat! You’re looking fine and not obsolete! I wanna see your face once more But I’m sitting on the ground… So lost, without a sound… But I’m screaming at the top of my lunges I’m counting all of my wrongs One…two…three…four… Five…six…seven…eight… Nine…ten…eleven…twelve… Thirteen…fourteen…fifteen…sixteen… Seventeen…I’m seventeen years old at last But that age will not last… At least I’m not reflecting upon the past I’ll try my best to live life to the fullest I’ll try to best to pass this difficult test Please don’t detest me…at least I confessed All that was on my mind… I’m trying to get out of my mind – How can I be so blind? Do you mind if I’m in love and blind? You’re my future find… It is about time to unwind… Embrace your passions…never let it go… Embrace your passions…never let it go… Embrace your passions…never let it go… Embrace your passions…let it grow! Let it grow! Embrace the blessed breeze as it begins to blow! Embrace your passions…never let us come together like two grand lands…. Embrace your passions…we all experience the highs and lows in life – it’s like a wild-and-out-of-control yo-yo, but you’re strong enough – though you’re as low as low can be, you know? Embrace your passions…never let it go of my hands… Repeat your echoes of empathy Not only do I need your sympathy, But I want your love more and more You make the butterflies in my stomach soar

Copyright © JW Earnings | Year Posted 2014

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