Long Plead Poems
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If you knew my struggle would you try to
convince me that I'm gone make it
If you knew how bad I was hurting would
you try to take that pain away or just savor it
If you knew how much I loved you
would you continue to do me wrong
would you change your ways or press
repeat and play that same ol song
If you could grant my prayers
just think about it, would you?
No matter what your friends say
even though you had a rough past
would it cross ya mine that I'm
loving you unconditionally & true
If I showed you my inner self
would you be able to handle it
or would you runaway and just be
another statistic of my list of abandonment
Could I count on you to be as honest as me
would you think I was full of it
when I say all I desire in life is just to be free
Would you care If I died tomorrow knowing
you didn't appreciate when while I was living
Would you try to understand why I lived
the way I live with thanksgiving & repentance
If I told you the harsh truth of what
I really thought about life would you
or could you sympathize even though
there were no more tears coming from my eyes
How would you react If I had to erase you from
my life because of how you live yours
would you plead wit me not to or just point
me to the door.
The Enipeus Valley
Listen as the lesser gods utter.
Beneath the veil of Nyx, entities.
Are dark spirits. Surrounded by
Erebus, the underworld just below,
Flames flicker.
Meanwhile, these hunters in the snow;
In trails of chaos, plead for Prometheus
protection, these demigods traffic where
Shadows call from Thanatos, who harvests
The souls of the dead, kept tormented souls
begged to be released.
Their eyes were in a glow.
Because of Epimetheus's foolish mistake.
And now the black Enipeas river below rages.
Yet dawn will rise again in Aether.
From the son of Erebus, the dark underworld.
Where the hunters were led.
Before being escorted into the ethereal
atmosphere into Hemera daylight to reach
The forest of Mount Olympus.
Thank you that means much.
The Heart of the Father
beats spiritually so.
We have sincere desires
for your well-being our
Father and I.
As I love your earnest drive,
your compassion for the soul,
hearts of humanity.
(Babies children women the elderly again all humanity).
I love your peace, your quiet, your intimacy
with Our Father first
as well as many other things.
I thank God for you.
100 Fold blessing and much more over your life.
I pray always in the thoughts putting God first
asking Him for more His joy, His peace;
His love in your It's His time to make it your time.
You're Beloved,
you're beyond worthy.
May Our Father grant YOUR Heart desires, this season? Our God is the God of Hope, God of Love and Promise This is my earnest prayer -plead. I asking, petitioning, praying in Jesus name Amen Bless you Thank-you Love you Father God place an extra watch over heart her mind. Please cover all her children her entire Father, place them in your Arms Be more blessed in your rest
awaken refreshed revived relieved from all pardons Good Night Beloved Quite, Calm Sweet sleep in the arm and heart of Jesus,
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?I sat before a jury I could not see,
?Yet I felt their eyes — cold, unblinking — pierce through me.
?No one told me the charges I faced,
?But deep within, I knew each one by name.
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?My thoughts were called as witnesses,
?And they did not lie —
?Each memory spoke with vivid clarity,
?Reciting every failure I tried to bury.
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?I objected to the pain —
?But the judge in my mind overruled me.
?My silence was mistaken for guilt.
?My reasons, twisted into excuses.
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?I tried to plead — to explain the scars,
?But they asked why I never tried sooner.
?Why I let the days drown me without protest.
?Why I waited until now to speak.
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?I said I was afraid.
?They called it weakness.
?I said I was tired.
?They said I had time.
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?I said I didn’t know how.
?They said I never asked.
?I said I was doing my best.
?They asked, “Was it enough?”
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?I cried,
?And they called it performance.
?I laughed,
?And they called it madness.
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?I stood still,
?And they asked if I had given up.
?I fought back tears,
?And they accused me of hiding truth.
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?Every word became a weapon.
?Every pause, an admission.
?Every breath, an echo of shame.
?
?I turned to the judge —
?Only to find it was me all along.
?
?The trial ended.
?The sentence:
?Live with the weight of your own verdict.
?
?And as the gavel of thought struck final,
?I whispered a prayer —
?Not for freedom…
?But for peace.
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I lay in the dark of the night hours, trying to sleep
As the pain returns like an unwanted visitor
Invading my home, invading my mind and heart
--- But the grief must be ---
Memories of my real father ripped out of my life
Race through my mind like a noisy freight train
The night is so familiar, like those nights years ago
When I would cry myself to sleep, difficult to breathe
Feeling abandoned, terrified, lost in the empty bed
There is no re-uniting, he has passed before I could speak
--- He is dead ---
His love for me was something I needed, lasting until now
The pain sits inside of me, like a lead ball, heavy, unresolved
It is so deep, when relived, it feels like I cannot not make it
Thankfully, I know this has happened many times, so I do
I clutch the blanket, wipe the tears off my face again
As if they are an endless river, around every scary bend
These traumatic memories that haunt me in such a way
I pray, I plead, until tears stop falling for now, for this night
Until I am so tired, my eyes shut to sleep in the darkness
I wake, thankful the feelings were released again for now
--- Today is a new day ---
Heidi Sands
8/21/17
If my love were to be frozen in time
would its enamored glow forever remain
as poetry in a book, Sonnets written in rhyme?
If in flakes of snow, my heart was encased
would my affection wax and never wane?
It's said a heart without passion is frigid
and incapable of feeling torrid emotion,
but if winter frost glazed o'er me, a rose,
do you suppose my love would become rigid?
Nay! It would survive with endless devotion.
What of spring, when then I would thaw?
Would my tears mingle with melting ice?
Perish that thought for being profound,
for my love harbors no fault, foible, nor flaw.
The sting of cold is a meager sacrifice.
I will never be cloaked in withered petals
no wilting will be found in my tender bloom.
My ardor will not shrivel like dried nettles,
and no demise of my love will ever occur,
nor darkling days shrouded in sullen gloom.
No matter the harsh chill of Winter's season,
do not dither in despondent shadows,
for I will plead innocent, "Not guilty of treason!"
You've no need to fear woes of despair,
for nothing can weaken the bond we share.
Love avowed as truth, through eternity will last,
a promise etched across the breadth of my heart.
In realms of desire, I promise to linger with you,
and to this fervent pledge, I will hold steadfast
until the villain, mortality, wrests us apart.
February 6, 2023 / 2022 Poetry Marathon Qualifiers' FINAL Placement Poetry Contest / Sponsor: Mark Toney
July 28, 2022
2022 Poetry Marathon Mile 10
Sponsor ~ Mark Toney
Lord, help me face the trials of life each day,
Lord, send me to that one who's gone astray.
Just to be a willing servant is all I ask,
Don't let it become a burden or be a task.
Please Help me Lord, find the words to say,
That I might help someone to find the way.
That by the things each day they see me do,
I pray not one can say I've been untrue.
My life is the only Bible that some will read,
So help me do my best dear Lord, I plead.
Then when at last my time to leave has come,
I pray Lord, that your work isn't left undone.
Lastly Lord, may I not worship worldly gain,
For when the end shall come, it won't remain.
There'll just be that which I have done for you,
It's only through your mercy I'll get through.
“Dear Son,” She said, “Take my words as my last plead.”
“Tell me, mother. What is it?”
“Let me die peacefully, and I will not last for long. I want to see you happy.”
“Why, mother? What makes you think so?”
She was reluctant to answer. Only he could see her cheeks moist with her tears.
One quiet morning, she died peacefully. The son buried her.
Performed all the rituals and came home lonely.
He found a small jewelry box, in her belongings,
And one note, with her handwriting.
“My son, I will not last long. I want to see you happy.”
Happiness, is a flock of birds, traveling from far, too far away, he thought.
And the leader in the flock is the most vigilant, yet loneliest in mind!
Strands of tenuous images drift on my mind,
as the gas light blinks endlessly
with a harlequin moon, squinting around
borders of aged, fragile reveries
when early origins begin to slowly unfold:
And nightfall’s hours plead for replays
while I hover in limbo from a spell—
that memoirs glide along time’s interludes,
outpouring secrecy of my thoughts
until hands etch a visual language much like
the drama and comedy from life’s decades,
between moments of angst and grandeur…
a personal legacy nudging me to essay
or note down regrets, breakthroughs
from an aging heart , making me one,
old student in this brittle world: unknowingly,
above a court of knighted stars ,
my frail fingers grasp a pen, now ablaze.
Fragile Contest of John Hamilton
10/18/2017
Our Country
I do cry for our country.
What has happened to us now?
The hate whirls like a hurricane
with division like canyons in the West.
Must we continue on like this?
We are Americans, humans, on this land
with lives, feelings, goals and dreams.
We must not self destruct from within.
Time to start reaching out, giving
anything we can.
Now, today and tomorrow and beyond.
Plead not for a fix, but we must act.
So we don't look back and wish
that we could have done this or that.
Let's take a moment without difference.
Just a moment to do for another.
We are equal. We are strong.
We are the fabric that connects us in our home.
We are the people.
Heidi Sands