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Dylan Carston was a well-off young man,
thanks to a large and health trust fund,
his father was a true Wall Street ace
and had been quite generous to his sons.
Dylan had set himself up in Miami
after years spent getting his MBA,
he did consulting four days every week,
the other three he did like to play.
He’d partied with friends at all the bars,
and had his share of hot one-night stands,
not yet had he thought of a wife and kids,
he was enjoying the life of a young man.
One Saturday as he walked down the beach
to get exercise and breath the sea air,
he stumbled upon a frantic woman
calling for him to go over there.
As he drew near he saw down in the sand
a young woman who’s face had gone blue,
he could see no lifeguard near where they were,
but fortunately he knew what to do.
He found no pulse when he listened close,
and placed two hands high on her left breast,
with hard compression he began CPR,
pumping furiously at her chest.
Every so often he placed his mouth on hers
and forced oxygen deep into her lungs,
the other woman ran off to find more help
while Dylan continued the rhythmic pump.
Finally after three desperate minutes
a gurgled rasp echoed up from her throat,
life returned to her, the blue fading out,
though her eyes still knew not where to go.
Moments later he heard the rush of feat,
the lifeguard and the woman had returned,
Dylan gestured to where the girl lay,
“I brought her back, now I think it’s your turn.”
The lifeguard thanked him for taking action,
then knelt down slowly at the victim’s side,
ambulances came, reports were fill out,
when Dylan left three hours had gone by.
He felt good about saving the woman’s life,
it was a moment he would not forget,
congratulations came in, on top of that
the lifeguards sent him a certificate.
Three weeks went by and Dylan returned to
the safe routines of the everyday world,
and bit by bit his thoughts turned away
from the near death of that helpless girl.
So it was with a great deal of surprise
when a process server told him these words:
“Dylan Carston, you’re being sued for assault,
you can consider yourself dully served.”
Dylan’s mind whirled at the accusation,
he had no idea how this could be true?
Had some ex regretted their time and cried ‘rape,’
were they evil enough to go down that route?
CONCLUDES IN PART II.
Milo and Me raised by Mom and Dad, in that small mountain town-
A little more than 66 miles from Albany.
Dad and Mom faithfully provided their best for Milo and Me.
Yes-it would have been better if we had been sustained-
by some rich family.
Most things that happened on that street have NEVER been spoken of-
by Milo and Me. To painful, to dreadful and DARK, even for the Spirituous heart.
I guess we made an unspoken pact, between Milo and Me, to-
Never, Reveal what took place on that mystifying,Non-illuminated, Murky Street.
You see for Milo and Me--we always knew of HIS Devine Majesty.
Tales have been told and fabrication declared- to even the most paramount.
But--for Me and Milo- we always knew of GODS providence.
We knew- that someday, HE would overtake the misery-
that happened about 66 miles from Albany-on that Street.
For Milo, he went into some Rehab--you see?
Somewhere Near Albany. For Me, got married a second time to a wife-- and had a family.
I guess this is where Milo and Me, took different paths into life- or it seemed.
I definitely miss Milo and those GLORY days of our youth-
all the beer and reefer parties, can’t you see?
On an old abandon meadow and STREET called Solders Field-- is where we partied.
Only GOD and the few that were there in those days would know
what Milo and ME did on--THAT STREET!
Tales have been told and fabrication declared--But--I will leave it to that.
This re-memorable time I will never forget.
I lasted a short moment-- maybe a week at best.
Then it came to pass for Milo and Me, to part life’s path-
with seemed repeatedly. For Me and my family, we stayed and lived in
that Historic Town-just about 55 miles from Albany.
So-- once again- let Me take you to the end of this story.
We will travel by a make-believe time machine.
Close your eyes- Close your eyes- so you can’t see.
Fast forward we go to the year 2010- now you may see!
But-- for Me still there-just 55 miles from Albany.
I have most assuredly miss Milo, after all, it’s been ten years-
can’t you see? I miss him as one of our family, even though he marched so far away-
into some foreign state. Milo, Milo--- wherever you are, I will always remember you-
-just as you were.
By :REV, Dr. MEW/WEM/EMW
The Tribute To Jennifer
In a small church on a hill, there are a group of people standing
in silence as they say goodbye to a loved one, who they will all miss.
We will start this tale from the beginning, it was nearing Christmas
And Jennifer and her friends were partying at her house, everything
was going fine, the turkey in the oven and the stockings set for Santa's
Visit, the mother and father went out, so they could all have a good time
As the evening progressed Jimmy, Jennifer's boyfriend said they needed
Some more drinks, so he wanted Jennifer to come with him to the bottle
Shop, she decided to go with him while the rest of the crowd partied on.
They got in the car and travelled down the road about two kilometres
As they were approaching the traffic lights, a car pulls alongside them
Jimmy was an impulsive type who loved the challenge to a road race,
But they were both unaware what was to happen next, as the intruding
Car pushes through the lights, they both excellerate into the night by
Now they were speeding around 80kph, they are followed by a police car
So they both go faster, the intruder flees to the right while Jimmy tries
To stop but the brakes fail, causing the car to vere off the road crashing
Into a light pole, Jimmy's face is lacerated, but when he looks towards
Jennifer, she is badly hurt, the policeman calls for an ambulance to take
His girlfriend to hospital, he is taken to the police station to make a
Statement and to later see his girlfriend at the hospital, however the
Telephone rings to tell Jimmy that Jennifer had passed away, Jimmy was
Found to have a large blood alcohol reading and was arrested; they
Let Jimmy out to go to Jennifer's funeral, Jimmy felt so guilty about
What he had done, he has lost his wonderful girlfriend over being so
Foolish while driving the car, his Christmas was blackened and he would
Never forgive himself for what he had done, on the day of the funeral
He broke down into tears along with his family and friends as they all
Left the cemetary in the church, very saddened at the loss of Jennifer.
This is her story and the moral to it is to never drink and always
Be responsible when you are driving a car, this is the tribute to Jennifer.
I had a woman but she's gone for good
I could get her back, don't know if I should
It's alright though I can get many more
They call 'em callgirls but I called 'em whores
I gave 'em drinks 'till they couldn't see straight
I guess I did that too, it was my fate
We woke up early, around 2 PM
"Get your stuff and leave." I told them
I got a new group of girls every night
If they stayed longer we would start to fight
They said they needed more, what did they need?
They never wanted my love, they wanted my speed
I was partyin' way too hard
But it's all I had at the time
Never thought it would be this hard
Just tried to make due for the time
Got in my porsche and went for a drive
I never drove too fast, I'd go 105
Cops tried to pull me over but I just showed my face
They said, "Oh, sorry sir, carry on with your race."
Who was I racin'? I had nobody
If I wanted friends I had to pay fees
I stopped at home and I moved a few lines
If I get caught, I'd just pay their fines
I was partyin' way too hard
But it's all I had at the time
Never thought it would be this hard
Just tried to make due for the time
My friends were fake and the sex wasn't great
I guess havin' money and fame was my fate
They told me they loved me, I never believed
What a tangled mess of webs I had weaved
Headed to the party, the hottest spot
I brought my coke, my girls, I liked what I got
When I showed up they crowded around me
I didn't know anywhere I'd rather be
We headed inside, I cut up some lines
I let it loose, I cut all my binds
I said, "Let's party all night, and everyday."
Partied all my life, it's the only way
I was partyin' way too hard
But it's all I had at the time
Never thought it would be this hard
Just tried to make due for the time
My family was gone, and my friends? They weren't real
I didn't want to be here, I didn't want to feel
The coke was too strong, the girls were too fake
I tried to make it good, I just needed a break
But my life caught up with me, it was too fast
Partied too hard and long, my life had passed
I partied way too hard
But it's all I had at the time
I never thought it would be that hard
I just couldn't make due at the time
The graveyard was melting.
in the shadows of nightfall.
Darkness and death
are my fear my kryptonite.
Yet I walked into the iron gate
creaking like old bones.
I needed to find you
I know you lived here now.
I could feel our friendship still calling me?
In all the darkness I saw a light
a small flickering flame.
It was on your headstone.
I knew it was yours.
Your mother had lit a candle for you today.
I knelt down and kissed the granite
with your name?
Not in prayer
it was too late for that.
Only whispering “Hello my old friend”
quietly so no other ghost can hear me?
I tossed on a playlist from the old days.
And sat down for a chat like always.
Remember we were almost thirteen
We got detention for refusing to
Stop wearing black everything.
and wearing black lipstick?
We knew were special then
more than girlfriends
More than sisters
we were us forever.
We learned how to drink cheap wine.
Get drunk together and get over hangover.
You taught me to smoke
until I was green and sick.
Remember college we got out of that boring
Home town with a single traffic light.
We danced partied and learned sex?
Experimented with drugs it was crazy
I don’t know how we survived.
You were filled with hidden sickness
I was to the brim crazy.
But we did.
at twenty two we got better?
You moved away and I went home.
I heard you married a woman.
Why did you never tell me you were gay?
I would have married you in a heartbeat.
I called you to get together for a reunion.
Bring your wife I said?
But you were already
starting to leave this world.
I met a friend in coffee shop the other day.
She told me you were gone
I asked gone where?
She looked at the floor just GONE.
So here I am sweetie
Do you remember anything that day?
Except the sudden chest pain
The lack of oxygen.
Did you remember me?
That’s when my tears came
Wetting the granite stone.
You know I always have loved you.
And it’s just not the same in crazyville
without you.
As if in answer to me
The moon peeped from behind a cloud.
And shone onto us in a beam.
I kissed her farewell
And walked away into the darkness.
It was bucking bulls and cowboy busting broncos
And the challenge that accompanied each ride
That consumed the heart and mind of my young cowboy
And this fact my Buddy never tried to hide.
I recall the time we met in Kelly’s diner
He was busted up and feeling rather sore
But the cheque that paid the tab that I presented
Seemed to him to somehow even up the score.
He had eaten there that week and got acquainted,
And I somehow got to know this cowboy’s mind
while the flowers that he gave me on that Friday
Surely showed beside his toughness, he was kind.
We were married in the summer six months later,
On a Friday I recall so very well,
Because Fridays he would always buy me flowers
And then go and ride those bulls and broncs from hell.
Buddy always bought me flowers on a Friday
As he knew I feared the rides that lay ahead
But my man his heart and soul was in his riding
And I loved this cowboy that I planned to wed.
Yes he always bought me flowers on a Friday
And I loved this cowboy that I planned to wed.
All our friends had shared that special evening with us
And we raged and partied well into the night,
Then we slipped away to share the morning hours,
Til the dawn rose and revealed its splendid light.
We both showered and had breakfast at the roadhouse
Laughed and shared the joy that comes with wedded bliss,
But I sensed a certain tiredness in my Buddy
And I prayed he’d give the ride that day a miss.
Buddy drew the brindle bombshell riders hated
And that beast exploded when it left the chute,
Twisting left then right and suddenly it stumbled
And my Buddy he was crushed by that great brute.
When it came to say goodbye to my sweet lover
There was one thing that I vowed I’d always do
I would always bring him flowers on a Friday
And I’d tell his child about his father too.
.
“Bud I’ll always bring you flowers on a Friday”
That’s the one thing that I vow I’ll always do.
Cause you always brought me flowers on a Friday
And your child will always bring you flowers too.
Yes I’ll always bring you flowers on a Friday
And your child will always bring you flowers too.
Trying to get in the game my whole life.
Don't know what team I'm on.
Which one wants me?
Who will accept me?
Been going to the field for 52 years and still trying to get picked.
Maybe this year the Boriquas will do it or maybe the Jews?
I keep sitting here waiting, wondering.
So much easier back in the day, I was the white boy, living in the hood accepted by the Brothers, I wasn't Black for a fact.
To them I was part of the fabric and I could run with that.
Move out, new hood blended in by skin but not in my head.
The Jew left behind when they all left.
Got stuck when Cancer blocked us.
The Puerto Rican who couldn't speak the lingo but loved the culture.
The Jew Mom who didn't see race, thank you for that. But did that keep us behind?
Almost got out but death dealt my hand.
Kept me where I belonged and made me who I am, a man who loves all but silently alone on an island searching for identity.
Yo! You Italian? Are you Greek? Nope I'm a Jew Rican from The Bronx!
You Black? You Latino? You a Jew? The Klan hates you once they will hate me twice!
Dancing to Salsa , grooving to R and B. Know more about Hip Hop than you can imagine!
Had a Bar Mitzvah at 13, cheated but made one side of the family happy!
Keeping the Rican in me alive. Respect to Pop!
Smoked blunts on the block with a 40 of Old Gold in my hand.
Partied in the heights, Harlem, Alphabet City, Upper Eastside, keep blending.
Still sitting on the bench, almost all the spots picked. Come on! Let me play!
Move south, new teams. Oh crap! Don't let them know! No worries, they are all confused.
He could be one of us, or could he be one of them?
Will I get picked?
Found a new crew, looks like my boys from the hood. They don't care down here either. They got my back.
Got up from the bench, don't want to play no more. I found a team that wants me. They have been there the whole time and I picked.
I'm a little bit of this and a little bit of that. Cool with that, don't need a side to choose, I'll be on them all. Either way I win! Shalom Mi Gente!
Value
All
Learning
Education
Denies
Ignorance
Construct
Theories
Organize
Read
Insist
Appreciate
Notice
She is a brown eyed girl with soft brown hair
The gown covers her pregnant belly
The tasseled cap is her crown
Nothing can down her determination
Motivation comes from nightmares
Motivation comes from dreams
As she speaks, tears stream
She recalls her defiance, disobedience, deadly deeds
She is overdue but happy to be on that stage
Her rage is different now
He doesn't acknowledge their coming baby
or his fatherhood
He called her nasty names in the neighborhood
Members of his gang brought her pictures of him
at the park with his hands all over another
She was struggling to become a mother
Later the law would send him to jail
for statutory rape of his little sister's friend
The offenses mounted and she
kept going to the Word
On her knees she pleaded
The situation was insane
How would she maintain?
She studied in the bathroom, on breaks
at work, on the bus, late at night, early morn
What could she accomplish? She had to mourn
the death of that other life
and be baptized into the new
Now she knew what to do
On her knees she pleaded
for a place for her and the
baby to stay
A home for unwed girls made
a way
She read, wrote, calculated, devised
Her books became worn as did her eyes
"God help me not to despise"
"Make the bitter better"
She sang verb conjugations
As she washed dishes
Her feet hurt and her back cried
If she failed it would not be
because she had not tried
When she was in the streets
She had partied hard
Now to pass this test
She would do her best
?Y porque no?
Her belly was so big
She sat sideways at the desk
There was a time when she
drank, doped and was rude
Now she was humble, determined
And the reward was now
Wow as they cheered her speech
"It all begins with me
First I must see
I tell you change and successes are
Always in your reach”
Value
All
Learning
Education
Denies
Ignorance
Construct
Theories
Organize
Read
Insist
Appreciate
Notice
"By the powers invested in evil the bride and groom may kiss". As their lips touched
their wedding guests were as silent as a corpse. Turning her back to the wedding guests
Lust throws a bouquet of Poison Ivy and Venus Flytraps over her head. Stepping in front
of Sloth, Envy snatches the bouquet out of the air. "Nice catch Envy" said Sloth with slow
slurred speech. "Think you Sloth and I do believe green is more my color". Turning around
to see who caught the bouquet Lust wasn't a bit surprise to see Envy holding the Poison Ivy
and Venus Flytraps. "Well Envy I guess you're next to be wedded off" stated Lust. Pride
motions for Hatred to release the owls. Unlocking the huge cage Hatred releases the owls.
Slow to take flight the great owls flap their wings and ascends into the darkness. "Let's get this
party started. Turn on the music" yelled Greed. As the sins partied the night away the sun came
rising in the country Tranquility. "Are you ready to spend all eternity together?" Loyalty asked Love
as they stood on their balcony. "My dear, dear, husband soon to be you already know the answer
to the question you ask". As Loyalty and Love stand locked in a warming embrace being kissed by
the rays of the sun the two share a kiss of their own. Beep, beep, beep, "Well this is a perfect time
for my communicator to beep" breaking her embrace with Loyalty, Love answers her communicator. "Hello Faith how are you?" "I'm fine Love and how are you?" "I'm ready to
start this new era in my life". "I'm looking over your wedding file. Are there any last minute
changes you want to make?" "No Faith everything's perfect". "I'm outside your house waiting for
you Love. Let's get going". "I'll be right down. I have to go Loyalty". Grabbing Love by the waist
and pulling her close Loyalty whispers in her ear "Are you sure this is what you want?" "I've wanted
you when I first saw you. Now if you'll excuse me Faith is waiting for me".
Written by Keith Edward Baucum aka The Brown Philosopher aka Red Seven
Grace Harbour
First into Grace Harbour
Me in classic sailboat
At anchor alone
In Desolation Sound
Where silence reveals the place
And the world is bigger
Because I can hear its’ vastness
It’s Bioacoustic diversity
Seals surface, gulls dive, water ripples.
A breeze in a cedar whispers
The buzz of a bumblebee.
The distant whistle of an eagle trembles in air
And falling droplets of rain taste of spruce.
The very place sparkles in silent sound and my soul is still
No need to block out
The combat zone of flashing messages.
From CNN and Fox.
But stillness of silence
Is reflected in blue water
and framed by oyster encrusted rocks,
While green and orange algae talk
Tidal pools and purple sea stars walk
And I can hear the world as music.
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War, bombs and shrapnel.
Roaring yachts arrive like Hummers or tanks from Kandahar
Stacked high with gadgets, guns hanged,
Travelling as a pack of waking house-mobiles
To conquer wilderness with bars, showers, propane barbecues
Gas generators, deep freezers, and boom-boxes
All sorts of folks; models in bikinis with pedigree dogs.
Fashion ladies in silk that launch revving zodiacs
To carry standard poodles for an urgent pee.
Then ‘A Tea Cup Yorkshire terrier’ yelps
At a Jack Russell that barks at a Chihuahua
As a Dachshund and Afghan Hound take offense
In frenzied jealousy.
Big hipped humans scream ashore in tenders.
Acoustic awareness numbed
The get-away-from-it-allers that bring it all always, partied.
As night fell they turned the generators off
“I haven’t seen any wildlife”, said one,
“There was more to feed at the zoo”
Said the other boomer
“Yea, where’s the loon.”
Fixed ideas of progress consume.
Then our mother moon
In full dress exposed an array of limpets
Of many sizes and shapes all clinging to obvious rocks
Exchanging freedom for the security
Of a defensive shell of fixed ideas
And automated reflexes.
It is useless to talk kindly to a limpet
One must detach it by main force.