Long Patiently Poems
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Looking out on the darkness of night,
The rain falling down on me.
In the midst of scattered hopes and dreams, I see.
One star, shining from the darkest dream.
Throw a penny in the wishing well, you came to me.
You are my light, shining from the dark,
Breaking through the fortress around my heart.
When the world is cold and lonely, you reach out your hand.
Helping me to see things clearly, and understand.
Through the tears and silent cries, you patiently wait for me.
Though I couldn't even speak your name, I was all you'd see.
One star, waiting in the shadows,
Paitiently you shown.
There to guide me safely,
Guide me back home!
You are my light, shining from the dark,
Breaking through the fortress around my heart
When the world is cold and lonely,
You reach out your hand,
Helping me to see things clearly,
And understand.
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Form:
Mary possessed a ruminant child
its fuzziness was sickly pale
and as Mary moved about
the child would take the same trail.
He tracked her to a learning place
that broke the laws of it.
The kids each made a funny face
to observe the cause of it.
The instructor made him go
but he just hung around
and waited patiently, gustily
bleating when Mary he found.
We may never know why
he developed such a bond,
I think it was because of
the child she was so fond.
Mary possessed a ruminant child
its fuzziness was sickly pale
and as Mary moved about
the child would take the same trail.
Carry on through the struggle
carry on through the pain
carry on through it all
until you rise again
hide to survive
stay alive
then you’ll thrive
don’t capitulate
just wait for the fight
the enemy is mighty
but might he remain
you might be mighty
when you come to reign
now is the night
wait for the light
out of the darkness
shining so bright
you’ll be forgotten
they won’t know your name
or you can keep plotting
with victory is fame
you won’t be remembered
as one who surrendered
but you’ll be a treasure
fighting forever
you live on your knees
you beg and you plead
or rise to your feet
you can fight and compete
If you have the option
give up is not one
defeat must be forced on you
no one can force you too
there is much more to do
dig deep and force it through
if you give up
it’s because you lack will
success is a mental state
more than it is skill
it’s the act of resilience
unable to move
the fact that your brilliance
can’t be removed
they think it’s all over
well, it isn’t yet
you won’t rollover
you’ll give what you get
no act of closure
no way you will quit
everyone knows you
fight and you hit
fight to the end
grow strong and grow fit
creating your destiny
waiting and desperately
hate grotesque enemies
greatness eventually
All through the crux
never crushed
never beaten
never rushed
never weakened
patiently waiting
all the while underrated
steadying nerve
go forth with worth
never surrender give up or give in
making the memories of a time you did win
Some have ambitions to knock others down
Make your ambition to still be around
They will use gossip or slanderous sound
but you shalt be moved standing your ground
If you’re in the right
then just carry on
they don’t want a fight
they just want you gone
Julius Caesar not Napoleon Blownapart
defeat would be easier but for your heart
give it your mind give it your soul
giving your being giving it whole
victory at all costs that is your goal
It's a rainy night
So cold and so wet
Under a streetlight
Two black ravens silhouette
What are they up to
Why are they there
As they stare at my window
In precision glare
Have they come for me
Has the reaper spoken
Is my life on this earth
No longer a token
The rain gets heavier
As their plumage deflects
They sit their patiently
Am i their select
As i sit by my window
I drift off to sleep
To a dark world i enter
Full of ravens, and bleak
I find myself
In a room with no view
Not even a door
So what did i come through
On the floor i sit
Surrounded by dark
I shout to the space
Stark
I shudder awake
And at the window i see
Two black ravens
Staring at me
In blind panic
I lash out at the glass
My hands go through
As my wrists cut in the smash
My blood drains from me
As my eyes start to close
In delirium drift
Were they ravens or crows
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As the time flies ever so fast,
You and I know our friendship will last
As the sun announces the arrival of dawn,
The clock of precious existence is forced to tick on
When the stars gently twinkle in the sky,
Lighting up our canvas of unremitting life,
The earth will uncover the iridescent sea
Revealing a smooth pathway for you and me
But if the earth and its inhabitants spit us out,
We still have the universe to ourselves, no doubt!
There is nothing anyone can possibly do
To tear me away from the likes of you
Unless of course you request some space,
I’ll stay on hold and patiently wait
No matter where you go, name it; here or there
No matter how far, I will surely be there
So lastly, at the conclusion of this letter,
I wish upon you happy years to come, forever
For until that clock decides to end its chime
You can be sure to find me by your side
Always,
Laura Elizabeth Breidenthal
based on “Sing Me a Song” painting
of Catrin Weltz-Stein
A little girl
whimsically
has placed antlers
on her head -
a lure for birds
she hopes will come
and sing a song
for her
Patiently
and still she sits
Three small birds
have come
A giant bluebird
we can see
perched upon
her lap
The girl’s left hand
lies gently on
the bluebird’s
feathered tail -
a sweet portrayal
surely of
the girl’s
imagination
She sits upon
a woodland floor
immersed in nature;
her feet are wearing leaves!
“Sing me a song”
she tells the birds
while listening
to hear
their melody
Once upon a time, the Lord of spiritual consciousness
Was sitting peacefully on His blissful throne
Ceaselessly contemplating upon His equilibrium
T’ was the era of no moon, no sun, no stars, no earth,
No oceans, no rivers
Just a motionless, timeless and deathless entity it was
Happy with His existence
Suddenly the thought of sacred motion was felt
Deep down in his essence
Seeking the chaos to be stirred
From its core outwardly
Consequently separating the light from the darkness and
All the other elements that constitute the Cosmos
Thus giving birth immediately to old mighty time
When Time: This wizard of celestial art found himself alive
His expert hands stretched in advance, wanting to create
For that the plastic energy he took, that was everywhere around
And skillfully and patiently the Cosmos carved according to the Logos
Creating thus, the nebulae, the galaxies, the stars and all the other planets.
Then God looked at times creation and marveled with its beauty
But as there was no life to be seen in all of this creation
The thought of desire was born in God to inhabit every place
For that out of himself he cut myriads of blazing souls
Which like shooting stars he sent downwards to animate nature,
That was the way the souls beamed to manifestation’s cosmic sphere
Radiating their luminosity to reality’s lower planes
Bringing with them the sacred principles to denser forms of life
As they were passing from the spiritual, the mental and the astral
And finally materializing, themselves on the physical solid plane
Where life began on earth, with God’s will and grace!
©Demetrios Trifiatis
14 January 2013
I am standing on the ground again
With my feet deeply engraved in the earth
And the sweet blossom of the button bush
Enthrall me in nature and spread my sweet aroma
my spirit synchronize with the green trees
waiting patiently for the grand jubilee
I sit on edge of the overpass bridge with my feet
dangling above the stagnant water
Listening to careless whispers
and watching birds singing sweet music
and spying on each other
The eyes of the evil storm has passed
And I wet my feet in the pond water
Fish swims right under my feet
looking for something to eat.
I can't see it but I can feel it
I can't touch it but I can hear it
It's presence is everywhere
Making music far and near
Big trees and little trees
respond to the sound of the whistling wind
Don't let me disturb you
you look very happy today
They pass and greet me along the way
I watch the Lilly pads floating
Drifting on the surface of the big dirty pond
And the humming birds sitting on a branch
looking at everyone
She speaks and he answers
He shouts and she whispers
The viscous winter has gone away
making way for a brand new day
Lilly pad permeates the pond
with bright pink and white flower sitting on top
The frogs have disappeared
and the pink flowers reappear
How can you explain the wind.
A sultry Sunday afternoon at Shady Acres, unseasonably warm for February. Outside not a breath of air stirs. Heat, a shimmering wall, rises from a blacktopped circular drive. Sprinklers spray, and water sweeps in waves splashing on red-flowering bottlebrush shrubs that hummingbirds love so well. Inside are comfortable chairs and couches covered in cool Haitian cotton, area rugs with a Persian design in rose and beige, potted ficus and dwarf palms, and prints of quaking aspens and gardens artfully arranged on eggshell-tinted walls.
In this tranquil, tasteful place where no one really wants to be, an old woman sits alone in a corner staring vacantly out a window, a smudged and faded valentine clasped tightly in her gnarled right hand, the words "Will you be…" barely legible after so many years.
She sits where she sits every day, patiently waiting for something…or someone…she can't quite remember which. Perhaps it's the old man sitting alone in another corner of the same room staring out another window, trying to remember somewhere he was supposed to go, something he needed to do, someone he wanted to see.
Author's note: Dear reader, this is not, of course, a poem...exactly...but, since it's far too short to qualify as a story, perhaps it can pass as a "vignette" for Valentine's Day.
In a garden where beauty lies in sweet repose
A summer breeze caresses the blushing rose
And it releases its sweet perfume
which makes a painted lady assume
It is an invitation to visit the seductive bloom
The blazing sun's fiery eyes singe the lovely flower
Causing it to hang its delicate head
Patiently it waits for an encouraging rain shower
But it's the sun's harsh gaze she dreads
When heroic clouds obscure the sun
The grateful rose lifts its sunburnt face
Composing itself before day is done
But still longing to bathe in raindrops grace
When the velvet night relents to bright eyed dawn
The rose is soothed by morning dew
As it shines with beauty in the morn
Gazing at skies of periwinkle blue
But she smiles when gray clouds form
As the sun hides from the thunderstorm
And when the rain comes tumbling down
She bathes in the beauty of her crimson crown