Long Patience Poems
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Vows get recanted as passions flounder
on the shoals of betrayal and remorse.
And drifting dreams navigate in darkness
whenever love starts to wander off course.
Beware of lust, a cunning emotion,
touting trickery and deceit as truth.
The seeds of trust oft germinate slowly,
and patience is a virtue new to youth.
Naive hearts are vulnerable to lies,
for the truth often appears conflictive.
Yet when love creates tears of happiness,
their salty-sweet taste can be addictive.
The feeling of being unique and prized
is awesome, combining two into one.
And purges the hurt from a broken heart,
instilling happiness, laughter, and fun.
Intimate moments make life worth living,
a time when your heart's devoid of despair.
Even though it is intangible, love's
physical impact is beyond compare.
To be loved is to feel wanted and whole,
instantly giving life a brand-new start.
For it's a miracle unto itself,
asking only that you believe your heart.
(Quatrain)
9/30/2017
He sauntered into the room, head held high, exuding might
His gaze swept the room
His aura was palpable
So strong, exuding so much power
Oddly enough, his presence evoked a soothing calm
That is what people feel when they don't feel like they are under your control
Fear is natural, his motto he would say
The feeling to withdraw when things go wrong
The thought that you would be judged
All those things were embedded in a person's core
Fail a thousand times, Lose a million times
Attempt is better than neglect
Right and wrong he knew them all
The ways of the world were crystal clear
His failures had many lessons
But he seemed to learn from each one
A man who could walk the walk
But spoke not much
Yet, his silence spoke volumes to me
I was hopeful
His confidence I began to possess
Chin up, shoulders straight
He said to walk
His patience I learned to obtain
Impulse actions I controlled
His resilience I understood
Fear gave away to determination
I worked all day and prayed
Wisdom weighed upon him
The struggle he faced is the reflection of his present
I aimed to match it
I strived for excellence
If my mentor was that perfect
Surely I would become second best
The seed I sowed all day would grow and flourish well
The joy I had when it did made my heart swell
Hard work comes with a test
Failing never appealed to me
I understood you in your silence, an ocean of ice under mute stars,
where the shadows of time weigh heavily, a mountain of unspoken ash,
your struggles, heavy curtains, hide cries of a shattered heart,
shards of fallen stars, scattered on fields forgotten by the wind.
Your nights, sleepless, just broken mirrors in which you get lost,
you see yourself and no longer know who you are, a wounded soldier under a dew armor,
moving forward, for the war never sleeps, and the world demands you to be whole,
when you are merely fragments, a crystal vessel broken in silence,
an empty church, deserted by angels, with walls whispering extinguished longings.
Your scars, maps of pain on thin porcelain skin,
unspoken wounds, covered with petals of time and forgetting,
you flinch when love flies toward you, a bird scared by shadows,
unsure if the hand reaching out will caress you or bind you in chains.
Your eyes close at "I love you," echoes of broken promises,
hands that vanished into mist, voices lost in the emptiness of morning,
when you cried out, and your heart, a desert, awaited a response that never came.
But if I hadn't read the architecture of your pain, built from dried tears,
from dreams buried under slabs of cold, I wouldn't have known how to love you,
not to fix you, not to glue the pieces with the patience of a watchmaker,
but to carefully hold in my palms the broken treasures of your soul,
your withered flowers, your broken songs, smiles frozen in time,
yellowed photographs, loves carried away like smoke in the late autumn wind.
I keep them as sacred relics of a storm-beaten soul,
yet beautiful, for it knows how to love, to hope, to rise from the ashes.
You are a breathing miracle, a poem written every day,
with every step, with every wound, with every yearning that refuses to die,
and I love you not for what you were, but for what you are: a fragile light,
burning under a heavy sky, an unspoken, eternal verse of hope.
A Wanderer's Cry
From afar, I've journeyed, lost and alone
Here i am again back in the same place so many times
My heart heavy with shame down on my knees, my soul overthrown
Countless times I've fallen, strayed from the way
Yet, Your forgiveness, Lord, always finds its stay
I've stumbled, I've risen, only to fall again
My regrets, a river, ever-flowing in pain
But still, Your mercy, like morning dew
Refreshes my soul, anew
Your patience, a wonder, beyond human grasp
A love that endures, through every stumbling pass
When darkness enveloped me, Your light shone bright
Guiding me back, to the path of righteousness and light
Though I've failed, time and again
Your grace, a lifeline, pulls me from the pain
You lift me up, on feeble knees
And set my feet, on stable ground, at ease
From the depths of my soul, I cry out to You
A grateful heart, for mercy anew
For every mistake, every misstep and fall
You've been my refuge, my Savior, through it all
Your love, a flame, that burns like a fire
Purifying my heart, my soul's greatest desire
To stand before You, faultless and true
A miracle of grace, born anew
I come from far, with scars and with shame
Yet, You embrace me, with an endless claim
Of forgiveness, of love that never fades
A Father's heart, that forever stays
Still, You stand me on my feet
A new creation, in Your mercy's sweet retreat
Where regrets fade, and hope begins
In Your presence, my heart finds its wins.
Written: June 18, 2023
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Ready to convey off on a cloud of aspiration.
Lovely rose petals hues come to sensation.
Every shade is a mirror show of a persona.
A fiery red depicts blazing desire and aroma.
So I found one color to embrace.
That encompasses all virtues, so true,
A color that radiates love and grace,
And brings out the best in me and you.
This color is the essence of compassion.
A gentle touch that heals the passion
It brings empathy and understanding.
In its presence, kindness starts landing.
It is the hue of patience and perseverance.
The color of strength and resilience
With it, we can weather any storm.
And overcome life's greatest challenges.
This color embodies wisdom akin to a glove.
The crimson symbolizes our family's love.
This tale is woven for your mental delight.
In a world where scarlet whispers blight.
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Mom: My Beauteous Lucky Charm
I came alone in this beautiful world,
And I have to leave this world alone.
Nowhere in this journey of life I wanna lack,
I have to live the life with its full spirit and wanna carry happiness in my sack!
Refreshing the moments when,
Two souls flamed in passion of love.
Merging the sperm and ovum.
Formation of egg, Resulting into a developed embryo,
They Created me!
Irritating my mom right from the start,
Ejecting me out and my mom is in pain.
Getting emotional around,
Both of us burst out in tears.
Sorry Mom I won't hurt you again!
Its the feeling which nobody can damn understand.
Connecting me around herself,
Introducing me with my dad,
Whatsoever I just love my Mom.
She is the one who caressed me,
She is the one who cuddled me.
She is one who actively participated in my activities,
She is the one who holded me happily ever.
She is the one who made me strong enough to tackle the things,
She is one who supported me when I need it.
Encouraged me, My energizer,
Dramatically she is the one who made me laugh when I am sad.
Thanks mom for whatever you, kind-heartedly shower!
When the moon fades, She started my day with a bright sunshine,
She never wanted to leave me alone.
She is one who gifted me my younger brother,
She is the one who taught me to value relationship.
She is one who controlled my patience when l am flaming in aggression,
Feeling glad to be a part of your soul.
Ferociously I flowed in your love,
Thanks Mom, As You bestowed priceless gift of blessings!
Her expectations l just wanna fulfil,
But be yourself, I pray god.
Don't change yourself according to the circumstances,
She is the one who tried to mould herself when the entire family is in sustained pain.
Hugging you, Releasing my thoughts,
Wanted you to be mine , My Sweetest Mom ever.
By Madhavi
How might you feel if you chose life that strayed away from discontent?
I wonder, would you smile awhile or hatch new schemes to circumvent?
Do you believe we have the choice to “live!” despite our circumstance,
and love our lives through thick and thin; even in our sadness, choose to dance?
Would you deem it possible to find sweet blessing through the pain;
conceive that with our every breath, we may find hope to thrive again?
Might you choose a path that suits you better than the one before;
consider change; rearrange one piece to open unseen doors?
Could you imagine, would you
imagine
just for laughs or on a dare;
can you picture
everything
within your grasp?
Pull up a chair!!
Now, listen up, and listen good ~
This life awaits; it calls for you!
Now grab it with those filthy paws,
and show us all that you can do!
Go for it !!
*Slightly edited since posting... an old piece that really needed it. Thank you for your patience :)
Magnanimous Man My Papa – Ha!
Flagrant red hot poker rage
lacerated upon the head of this sole
male offspring, sans he who did
help to sire me, his vitriolic baggage
inflicted like graped shot,
and deployed barrage
also akin to inflicting searing,
menacing, and branding iron wrath
left indelible psychological blockage
insufferable emotional constipation,
wrought wretched state of human bondage
resultant outcome witnessed breakage
of spirit, when hateful scathing verbal damage
invoked, exploded, and bombed mine psyche,
especially during mein late
adolescent, and into latter adult stage,
particularly cuz this anxiety riddled Harris
exhibited no ambition to earn a living wage,
nor maximize on any inherent strengths
thus this then much younger body electric
oscillated with zero voltaic amperage,
which family of origin assemblage
dynamic ratched tension nsync
on par with hotly contesting arbitrage
additionally compounded by
indifference toward parents, a disadvantage
living under their same roof,
mama's and papa's patience
wore thin, second progeny they did disparage
punctuated with ultimatums toward me,
which did nothing to assuage
intolerable passive resistance stance,
thus expletive laced
"midnight lectures" dosage
occurred a bajillion
times per week on average
annihilating my self esteem,
wherein this native son felt
less worthy than bacteriophage
analogous to useless atrophied appendage
yours truly emotional detachment
heck, I may as well have been
ice sill hated in Anchorage,
cuz me negligible care and/or concern
amplified palpable uneasiness, a drainage
in tandem with estrangement fueled umbrage.
I love art and I love history….and I love how each one is transcended
when, to my joy and utter delight, the two of them are blended .
On a bluff overlooking the Missouri River in South Dakota stands one such blending of art and history…the sculpture of an indigenous woman in plain dress…her name is Dignity.
As huge sculpted works of art go…this is a special one…
she even has a star quilt on her back that glitters in the sun.
She stands 50 feet tall…courage, perseverance and wisdom have been sculpted into her eyes….Her full name is not just Dignity but Dignity: of Earth and Sky.
Dale Lamphere, the sculptor, wanted people to understand…
she’s meant to bring the light the beauty and the promise of the indigenous peoples and cultures who still thrive upon this land.
Mr. Lamphere envisioned Dignity as a way to show the Lakota and Dakota cultures as they’ve never been depicted before….I’m sure he didn’t realize she would come to mean so much more.
She represents, bravery, patience, fortitude, determination as well as drive.
She reminds us not only of injustice…but also the of will to endure…to survive.
She represents all those who resist oppression…all those with dignity who try
in her silence if you listen…you can hear rallying cry.
I am not an indigenous Native American so why am I so taken with this sculpture Mr. Lamphere created…because it also reminds me as it should everyone….how we’re all related.
How we are all connected…how of this earth and sky we are all one…
how we should stand together to greet the evening moon and morning sun.
If we can, in spite of our differences, live together in peace and harmony…
then we can hold our heads up high…
spread our arms out to the world…
and walk with Dignity.
A Child's Prayer
In his dreams they played ball in the park
A little boy and his doting dad
Their times together were precious
Until things between mum and dad got bad
The little boy knelt by his bed
And murmured a silent prayer
His mum was the best he could wish for
But he wished his dad was still there
'Why did you leave me,Dad?
Why did you leave the family home?
I miss our times together
And I feel so alone
I know that sometimes I was naughty
And your patience at times was tried
But if you could see me now
Your heart would swell with pride
I remember those days we went fishing
You'd let me put the bait on the hook
Then when you caught a fish in the net
I could hardly bear to look
You'd see that I was squeamish
And thought to hurt it was a sin
So you'd take pity on the fish
And throw it straight back in
In my dreams you still read me stories
And we still play ball and fish
To see you once again, Daddy
That is my greatest wish