Long Peacelove Poems
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A diamond ring, a smile, a house, a car, a love song, or a best friend.
A mink coat, an enormous bank account, what's it all worth in the end?
Wedding vows that meant more to you than they ever meant to him,
All I ever wanted was a normal life and a white house with painted trim.
Diamonds and gold, what is it worth to HEAR him say "I love you"?
Or would you rather SEE what it it that he'll really do?
What is something worth to you, do you value materialistic things?
Or are you like me, and want what is free in life, and all the happiness it brings?
To me, I value a smile and a laugh from either, or both of my boys.
Rather than a man that can buy me expensive jewelry, I'd rather have the simple joys.
I Passed out on the couch while the Friends song is on.
She said first you must love yourself, before you can give yourself to someone else.
My singular identity withstanding tragedy.
With only one life to live, you have to work hard to attain oppertunities
I wonder whether people consider what it would be like
to become a human stonehedge??
Because that is the type of person, that could withstand just anything.
What I really want is to take a walk hand and hand with my faults
Have a moment with my confidence and Pride.
Tell them that I love them and always to come out whether the world is rain or shine.
I want to tickle my shy, and chastize the sound of my dreary sighs
I want to set my sails high, so Posidon will blow his heaving breath pushing my doubts and
self pity away
I feel like a young Galileo.
Staring at the sun, while all the others played jauntingly along
It's going to take so long......
I have a foot race with me and only the course of time
Form:
I feel you looking down upon me
So calm, gentle like the summer sea.
I gaze thoughtfully at the late evening sky,
At peace, lifting up as if I can fly.
Closing my eyes, you are in my mind,
The love you have is of a different kind.
I hold my breath and count slowly to ten,
When I open my eyes you’re gone again.
So fragile, so I softly whisper your name,
So strong, you are my souls inner flame.
The spread of your wings are so grand,
A touch from you and love covers the land.
You guided and protected me from the very start,
You are truth, you tell me to open my heart.
You embrace my worry, it’s part of life’s plan,
My Angel, my guide but most of all, my Gran.
;Dizzy in Love and busy in the Ways of it.
Sizzlein’ crazy in a hazy blaze of sensation. All.Ways
Available and attracting the Action of A.Maze…
Flinging it right and Writing in Sight of a Light
That I hope, hits your eYes.
Slide in the glide of my mid;nights wise and
Smile a while as the Mighty Mice strike…eYes
Lightening cries and thunder rumbles, Dice are
Thrown and the humble mumble… Love it says
Is never a gamble.
So I ramble A Long long song of ample attitude,
So sample my amplitude and know… I’m not, IM
Possible but probable as I sauce the do.able
And Right a Write.
Sensational.
Senses mend and we say…
I AM;Possible…
.... yes... lots of zzzzsLeeP!
and peel a.way!
Form:
Once, long distant calls would cost
You, your friends and family so many voices
had to wait, anticipate the budget and the worth
of words said out loud to ride rapid electric lines.
Still sentiments of love freely fly on telepathic planes
while prose and poetry remain yours truly.
When present face to face do you speak truly?
Conversations branch out, chip, splinter into stories, that's the cost.
Fish stretch past arms' length and record breaking climbs pass clouds and planes.
Tell me again how it all began, how many voices
sang out from heaven: Forgiveness for sale! Limited supply, form lines.
Greedy practice, selling soul's salvation, who figures out what it's worth?
Fear can make us pay the selfish who decide our worth.
Are our souls and spirits make-believe, a magician's trick or God's, truly?
Conversations of belief from heart or scripted lines
brainwashed or sincerely swayed, choice has a cost---
Cross your fingers, chant the scriptures, sing with all your voices
until it's real or a lie you can live with, insured for your departure in heaven's plane.
If a soldier's plane crashes, angelic eagles soar, swoop like planes,
nose dive to every soldier because lives are worth
remembering. Telephones shoot words-- bam, bam, bam, fire voices
on ears that bleed worst fears, shattering those who love them truly.
Nothing will ever be sweet or innocent again, this is an impossible cost.
War kills conversations, steals final farewell lines.
Songs please draw forgiving lines,
to rise over hatred in unarmed planes
for a bird's eye perspective to consider the cost
of love lost in doubt, its worth.
Love lights up any sort of soul, truly.
It's power hurls bolts through nerves that revive the mystic voices...
Devils, misfits, do-gooders, cherubs and chumps-- let's hear all your voices!
Call out to love, it won't resist, will cross any line
to save who is good or bad-- it desires everyone, truly
Here comes the light, hear comes our flight, listen for the plane
Remember it's insane to worry about your worth,
to be, to be, is miracle enough, we can't comprehend the cost.
Solo fly or get in line formation with you plane
Lift off, blast past hatred to reach Love's treasure of unimaginable worth.
Truly precious, so protect it, Love in all your actions no matter what the cost