Long Plea Poems
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My friend
My friend
where did you go
And how long
Have i been gone
where is the friend
Once i have known
The one that showed me
A friendship so strong
He opened his arms
His heart and his home
He was always there
To keep me from wrong
For years and years
I searched and i rome
Hunting for the friendship
Oh that i for long
lost now and all alone
No longer am I headstrong
Oh please my friend
I can no longer go on
Without you my friend
I just don't belong
We must rebuild unbreak
and rebend
The unbreakable Bond
Between two friends
This is my plea to make admends
Help me regain
The strength you infringed
In my heart and my soul
Help me refill the big gaping hole
So I may finally be once again whole
In your heart
Is where I belong
My friend
My friend
The memories still simmer
My friend
My friend
Do you remember
The Friend in Me
Once you have known
When the sun looks into darkness
upside down cowboy's lend a hand to chaos
deserters of faith rejecting lawful behaviour
Persuading bodies believing something good is created from lies
deceit has no value with an opinion against the truth
a human right has been violated by treachery
When the freedom of speech has been tampered with manipulating senses
an unjust law is no law at all, words of St Thomas Aquina's
not a single word defends the innocent today
When judges support blood sacrifice
crime is their legal reality and argument
putting your hands out to help someone in dire need
Condemns them guilty of a crime how is this just
hate has taken over justice to speak properly directed
their convictions are the evidence unto the fact detailed
To what authority do they stand to plea
in the case that is put before them unless ordained otherwise
lending an ear to the wise in the Spirit of listening
How one learns from life's lessons
I am only a beggar like everyone else pleading for His Mercy
the evils of mankind not wishing to upset a single soul
Who will make a stand?
Countless like the seashore sand…
Who shall make a stand?
The end of mankind is at hand
Will someone save me?
Knee deep in regret, I see…
Save me from gravity's hold or I’ll be upset
Nighttime's rainfall shines upon my mindset
Make me feel a little bit more bold
Let my wings of flight slowly unfold
Release is a relief for you and I to behold
Your fire is burning within me, yet I’m so cold
Release me
Release me
Reflect on me
Radiant rain rinses it all away…
Mirror my pain
Ease my pain
Heal my pain
I’ve been squandering my time…my time…
Lost my soul in the dust and turned to grime
Here am I, alone in the shadows of your past
Here I am, trying to catch up to you, but you’re going so fast…
In need of release somehow
In need of true relief right now
I don’t need your vain remedy
All you do is watch me and desert me…
I will change who I am…who I really am
With hopes and chances of release
I shall overflow like water beyond the dam
I beg you, don’t be an awful tease
Please understand my heart’s need of a mend
My silent plea is for you to simply comprehend
My plea of set me free…
My plea of, also, leave me be…
You saw me all alone,
But not on my own
God has rescued, comforted and conquered me
With a calm release that has completed an eternity
(I made this poem shorter for the liking of my fellow readers…thanks for reading!)
Written: August 15, 2023
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Being devoid lends the soul to thrive fonder.
Missing you—for longer and longer,
With each passing day, my love grows stronger.
Bound by distance—but hearts beat in wonder.
Deathly afraid—my heart may burst,
Aching for your touch, my soul thirsts.
In the silence, I crave your embrace.
Longing to grip your loving face.
You may love me best; I love you worst.
Trapped in a love that's both blessed and cursed.
The deeper I miss you—how much I ache.
A love so deep, it feels such a quake.
In the stillness of the night, I whisper your name.
Hoping my words will reach you beyond any frame.
Longing in Silence, my heart's silent plea,
To bridge this distance and set my soul free.
With every breath, I crave your presence near,
Hoping against hope that you too feel this fear.
Being devoid lends the soul to thrive fonder.
But missing you, oh how I ponder,
Will the day ever come when we'll be together?
Or will this longing—for silence last forever?
The nights grow colder, the days feel longer,
My heart yearns for you—my love is stronger.
Though the miles may separate us, my love remains.
In the depths of my soul, it forever sustains.
In the depths of my longing, I find solace and pain.
For in the absence of your love, I find no gain.
But still, I hold onto hope—a flickering flame,
That one day our love will no longer be in vain.
So I'll wait in silence with a heart full of desire,
Knowing that our love can withstand any fire.
Absence may lead the heart to grow fonder,
But my love for you will only grow stronger.
And in the depths of this longing, I'll hold on tight,
Believing that one day you'll be by my side.
>The Unseen Clock
This is not the struggle of a single, glorious fight,
Not a dragon to be slain upon a cliff at night.
This is the struggle of the gutters, slow and deep,
Where promises and paychecks are a bargain you must keep.
It’s the alarm clock’s verdict, a sentence you can’t pleacenterThe 9-to-5, the 9-to-7, the 24/7 plea.
It’s the bus that sighs and shudders, breathing metallic breath,
A chariot for the weary, on a road that smells of death
By a thousand paper cuts, by a million silent screams,
And the flickering of office lights on forgotten, tired dreams.
It’s the everyday people, with their everyday scars,
Pushing carts through supermarkets, polishing the bars,
Fixing someone else's engine, staring at a screen of code,
Carrying the unseeable, but ever-present load.
It’s the gutters of the spirit, where ambition goes to drain,
In the gentle, constant drizzle of the monotonous rain.
It’s the coffee cup that trembles in a hand that’s going numb,
The calculation of the days until the weekend will have come.
It’s the struggle in the shoulders, in the small of the back,
The fear that if you stop, you’ll never get the rhythm back.
But in the gutters, look again, a different kind of fire,
The stubborn will to build a life, is all the soul’s desire.
The courage in the lunch pail, the love packed neat inside,
The second wind you catch for kids who run to you, eyes wide.
This is the daily battle, fought with time and weary bones,
On the factory floors, the call centers, the telephones.
A war waged for the simple things, a roof, a meal, a song,
The struggle makes the everyday people mighty, proud, and strong.
In Pahalgam’s embrace, where solace bloom
Dawn’s tender hues now fade into gloom.
The innocent sleep, their laughter now stilled,
In cold, silent graves, their dreams unfulfilled.
A crown of bright jewel on our mother’s brow,
A snow-white dove, now lies crimsoned in woe.
Through mist-shrouded peaks, a wail scars the air,
Beauty and anguish entwined in dark despair.
Through shadowed pines, fiends crept in the night,
Their cruel hands drew blades on hearts pure and bright.
Guardians faltered, their watchmen grew blind,
Merciless guns left weeping remnants behind.
Unchallenged they returned, no fear in their tread,
To venomous lands where their hatred is bred.
Who carved them a path through the valley’s embrace?
Who shielded their malice, defiling this peace?
Yet free they roam, in shadows they thrive,
While graves cradle hopes that will never survive.
Young dreams, unshaped, now buried in dust.
While tears carve deep rivers through valley's crust.
Enemies sow seeds of hate, in heartless disguise,
Haters watered it to wage wars with in lines
Drown cries for justice in hollowed-out lies.
But our defenders roared fierce, their fury ablaze.
With flames of vengeance, their wrath set the stage.
They wrecked their heart, blazing their den
Yet foes, unrepentant, slipped free from the chain,
As an imposter uninvited gate crashed in disdain.
Cowards in disguise, displayed on road side stand,
Their gilded deceit seeks to spread only their brand.
In meadows where joy once danced with the breeze,
Grief whispers of wounds deep no time can appease.
Justice, a specter, haunts hills with its plea,
Pahalgam weeps still, unhealed, never free.
Till butchers lined to gallows, no redemption arise,
A valley of dreams lost to fear’s ruthless guise.
Did you know that it is dinner, my dear?
You forever in your room thee door shut.
You needeth join us, lend a willing ear?
Thee father has great stories of wisdom.
You make your ears always deaf to our speech,
Refusal brings no supper to your plate.
Ungrateful child, listen to your dad preach,
Remember, child, we are your parent, great.
Be kind, attentive, heed our earnest plea,
“To get away from the noise,” do not lie.
Never rebel, hush harsh words, thee not free,
For rest and for quiet, so thee can cry.
The excuses you invent, my child, poor,
Time thee grow up–thee ask help nevermore.
How can I sever wolf-waves from the selfish sea?
I ache to cut the rogue from the relentless flow
his crest —swelled in high rise on testosterone tide—
swindles my tease to tame his blue Neptune flame
mocking my sun dried bed with unruly despise
he rides a white steed in petulant power with the moon
I am the passive strand of sand longing for his rhythm
oh timpani thunder roll in roll over me my skin awaits
taunt of aerated fate I await with serrated silence
stranded by him… I await… as inconsequential
as an oyster without a pearl
as a pearl unfulfilled without a knotted strand
I am the beach exposed at the lowest ebb
my eyes not sand-blind when cherry sun colors him red
and fuels his restless quest for honeypot conquests
to consummate sunset with supple skies far from home
and conjugate with sugar-shores not his own
my protests to his stray-sprees lay like loose scree
lure-lyrics litter air but then die a pale chitter in his ear
fruited gripes broken in breakers re-rhymed into pulp
summer-sweet to his palate as beach plum wine—
whine in the grind of my grain soundproofed by his kiss
where is his echo to my thirsty plea of love
when he’s the romeo sea and I’m the sand seduced
who exists in recline to absorb his homecoming
while beach-grass-bending-wind
whips my voice away from my throatless soul?
my resist drowns in liquid grooves of his Aquarian drum beat—
spume churned in our surf zone becomes spindrift in wind
echoes of the silent shore echo in me alone
As usual, you smile at my downfall
I will endure this pain and get on the ball
I must mend my broken wings to fly
I will lend you a hand as you pass me by
You will see me rockin the misery boat
You will smile with glee as soon as I'm gone
You will see me aboard the misery boat
You will wave goodbye and good luck to move on
Love is a tennis match for a game of two...it's all fake news and the bothersome blues
I will survive this hardship before me with nothing to win and nothing left to lose
Believe that I can escape these waves of emotion with or without your guidance
Relieve the scars that refuse to heal and make me smell your faithful fragrance
Too long have I been crying these tears of shame
Too long have I longed to belong in this love game
It's been a while since you've even considered my utmost needs
I must get off the misery boat and cut down some worthless weeds
If only you'd listen to my plea
If only you'd come clean to me
Go on and tell the truth of me and you
Instead, you left me in pieces out of the blue
I thought better of you
The things I say are true
I sought your voice of benevolence
I rode the tides of tribulation without your guidance
Now, I must leave
Please do not grieve
You should have gave me an ear to hear me out
Of course, you let me down without a doubt
I guess I will be rockin the misery boat
With or without you...it's the things you do
I suppose I will be on my own on this trip with this note I wrote
It's about all the things you put me through
-March 26, 2018-
Endearing Much?
Dear child,
You are amazing in God’s eyes
You are wild and mild
God is a forgiving God
Dear child,
You are precious in God’s eyes
You are calm and cute
God loves you and I
God is endearing and encouraging
God is endurance and grace-engaging
Tribulations try to draw near, near
I will not shed a tear...I will not fear
No more sorrow and pain
For the rest of our lives
That’s a promise from Him
There’s so much love in store
There will be no more shame
What are you waiting for?
Life is not always a silly, little game
Play with me your poetry
Play with me your dancing
Play with me your lime green eyes
That shimmer with no hint of lies
Truth is...God is so miraculous
He is courageous and incredulous
Endearing much?
I think so
Endearing much?
I believe so
Endearing much?
His glow will grow, grow
As long as you let it show
You know?
Dear, beloved God...
You’re with me even when I want to weep
You’re with me even when I’m in the deep
Please...forgive me?
For the many sins I’ve done
Please...free me - it’s my only plea
I welcome the sun
With open arms
Merciful and majestic
Marvelous and epic
That’s what God is
He is happiness..
He is peaceableness
He is baptism of bliss
Spirituality is surreal
I can feel like it’s no big deal
But it is a big deal
Because God is healing to all
God will catch us when we fall
Fellowship faithfully and fervently
Fearless as ever...don’t say whatever...
All I ask is to be glad wholeheartedly
Humility and believer...I am as high as a feather
?? I will get better...
That’s what matters to me the most
...I will get better ??
I’m dyslexic as dreams along the coast
Fix me
Belong...
I was purely
In the Wrong...
Understanding...
His wisdom makes me feel like standing
Outstanding...
His grace has made it so amazing...amazing...
Open up the door
I don’t want to feel for you anymore
I have been eaten up to the core
What am I waiting for? What am I longing for?
Dear child,
Hope is nearby
Dear child,
Remember me...
Remember me...
Dedicated to a poem I wrote with Laura Breidenthal called ”Guilt Overflows”