Long Pleading Poems
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OH ! WHAT A VALENTINE !
As the clock tickles away horarily
On the day set aside for Romeo
In the heart of a Juliet
I waited , I did waited
For a once Golden Dace of a Juliet
Whom I have longed to Romeo on this day
I rang the ring unto her hearing
Behold my Juliet jumps from
One hour to another, posting her Romeo
Like a letter whose destination is lost
I waited , I did waited
Till time waits for me no more
It dawned on me heavily
I was not Today’s Romeo du Valentino
Neither was I the Romeo
Nor the chosen Valentino
I delude myself into a lover’s garden trance
Where I held tight unto her
Our tongues lost in each others’ mouth
As my heart- beat ran through the
Speedometer like Ben Johnson
Our urge for each other.
Made us surge forward in a frenzy order
We got lost in another cloud
“I love you” chorused us simultaneously
From my trance, I transited back to life
I spoke to my mind to come off
The rituals of Valentine
My feet was heavy to free itself from
The dancing steps of the “Koko of a Dome”
For there is no sanity in the vanity of a Valentine
She rang the ring unto my hearing, pleading
When darkness has come upon
The surface of the Earth.
It was a time for “Bobo” Valentino
I shrugged it off!
I am not Bobo Valentino
I was to be a Romeo du Valentino
Oh! What a Valentine!
Alayande Stephen T.
14th February,2006.
11:36pm
A spiced up story of what happened to me on the
Valentine’s day and the vanity in all the myth that
Goes with the day called Valentine.
Form:
Like fireflies glimmering, glistening
Tempting the night with their intimate kisses,
Robins and wrens, breathless wings dancing
Waltzing in the wind, swaying and twirling
Erasing every doubt of falling through blue skies
Cloudless as the morning dawning hope,
Reminding hearts of the victories discovered
In the spirits of waving jays and finches,
All those winged reasons that whisper faith
To the believer and light to the dreamer
Like gentle bees, touching hearts and souls
With their buzzing hum, music to reveal,
Through the cloudless summer and autumn
Animated prayers, fulfilled by the One who created
All the kindness surviving the tests of time,
The pleading of the sparrows, promising to listen,
Still as the reflection of grace discovered in the lines
Shadows falling, flowing beneath the clever wings
Hummingbirds, free to show off their passions,
Breathless hungers in flaming scarlet and soothing
Azure, creams and gold – bold like the hopes
Filling the swallows and the bluebirds, the risk
Beyond the seas, across the mountains, silencing
History, and housing the beautiful of a thousand
feathers who show their brilliance, charming and lovely
Striking as the sun and moon – alive like the color purple
Joy falls through the life, the spirit – singing, thrilling
Intimate sighs, magnificent smiles, alive like the wings
Who enchant and foresee all the mystery in the presence
Yesterday’s breathless praises, soothing away the dark
Leaving the heart full and hopeful, rising to touch the wings
Haunting the stillness with flavors of peace – peace like no other,
Serenity in the nightingale’s beak, its harmony I seek…
This collaboration is with Jan Allison
We met at speed dating and you really caught my eye
I thought I’d hit the jackpot, you were such a handsome guy
We spent some minutes chatting and you asked me for a date
Agreed to meet at Gino’s at a quarter after eight
Dressed to the nines and on the corner of the block
I saw you brought your mother 'Oh boy' that was a shock!
We spent the night flirting, like the house was caught on fire
Oh Bob I think you’re so darn hot, you fill me with desire
I was flattered when you asked me, on a date, that much is true
But I really wish you'd had bid your Mum a fond adieu?
I think we could get serious; I’d love to see you more
I’m pleading with you Bob, just leave your mother at the door!
Oh, she seams so darn aggressive in a way I can't believe
and the things, she said she'd like to do with me, I can't conceive
I hope my Mother doesn't notice all the signs I see
the way this little woman throws herself, all over me
Well, perhaps bringing Mom, was not such a good idea
But how can I take her home, and leave this hottie here
Ok, I called a cab and had my mother taken home
So, me and Jan could have a little time here all alone
It seems we hit it off, but our time was running out
When I heard across the room another man give out a shout
As my heart started sinking, I knew that I'd been had
When the man came up to me, and said, Hello I'm Her Dad
Beyond the curtain – past the pane
There lies a world I thought I knew.
The knowing and belief now being slain
And the chill begins to lay the dew.
Once solid steps seem unsure and faltered now.
The way ahead seems awkward and mistrusted.
A hollow void that grabs and pulls somehow
Is changing life to empty and molested.
There above ride broken clouds upon the newborn day.
The trees – some grass – some leaves and snow.
Everything familiar in Life’s ‘normal’ way
But today, I feel, I just don’t know.
The throbbing throat begins to swell then reality interrupts.
I fight the tears and try on sanity to hold.
But the pleading of a broken soul erupts
To enforce the fact that Life can be so cold.
The face begins to heat as tears begin to swell.
Like Life, they slide the cheeks then disappear.
A weakness stabs the spirit in its shell
Then the certainties of life return with fear.
Just in case tales hold true, at the beginning of each day,
I peel the curtain to send a wish far beyond the pane.
I say ‘Good Morning Chigger’ in a begging ‘hear me’ way.
I am speaking to the ‘maybe’ I might find my friend again.
Through the minutes, hours, - all the days.
Years of bond together – times apart.
The passing of a pet by Life’s uncaring ways
Is when you’ll know how deep it lived - within your heart.
Good Morning Chigger January 2025
I sniff at my hands and oh!
Such scent, such ecstasy,
a memory presented to my nose.
But where do we find this block of adorable redness?
It was sold in every shop: lovable carbolic soap,
an aromatic compound, so ruddy, so redolent.
But this is now so rare; it merely
presents itself to my pleading mind -
a psyche that puts forth its arms,
a plea to a storehouse of valuable memory,
a whiff of an echo, an echo of an odour,
an odour that's been sent.
So who remembers, recalls a soap that's not
so round, bright pink, cream, blue or white,
that isn't sold in pretty-pretty paper?
We do so wish to sniff, sniff, sniff at an odour that's so old.
(3 Oct 2023)
God sees the poor in spirit* groaning in pain
Languishing in fleshly miseries where they’re slain
Being ruled by discouragement that’s vain
While hoping for His miracle to gain.
God invites them to immerse himself in His loving domain!
God hears them crying for divine aid and support
Excruciating from downfall’s discomfort
Wailing due to deceit and false report
While begging for His help, their ultimate resort.
God leads them to kneel with faith humbly before His gracious fort!
God knows them needing for urgent care
Beseeching for His assured welfare
Ailing with discontentment’s scare
While longing for His promises they treat as rare.
God brings them to His throne where at His blessings they can stare!
God understands them sighing anxiously
Expressing their complaints sorrowfully
Murmuring about unfairness grudgingly
While questioning their state bitterly.
God counsels them to seek His will meaningfully!
God recognizes them in their struggles against frustration
Succumbing to sinfulness’ oppression
Leaning toward welcoming desperation
While craving for His pardon’s restoration.
God grants them forgiveness upon confessing their iniquities of destruction!
God remembers them cringing in difficulty
Mourning over their self-inflicted calamity
Grieving because of worldliness-caused infirmity
While yearning for His joy and tranquility.
God cares for them with His mercy, guiding them by His light’s authority!
God pities them in their woes as they feel worthless
Wallowing in the futility of slothfulness
Afflicted with the guilt of fruitlessness
Pleading for His compassion and faithfulness.
God instructs them to serve Him thru His power to enjoy His bountifulness!
*Matthew 5:3 Blessed are the poor in spirit: for theirs is the kingdom of heaven.
December 15, 2018
7th place, "Tinker, Taylor" Poetry Contest
Sponsored by Julia Ward; judged on 12/29/2018.
The painting showed his perfect beauty,
for that kept he'd sell his soul
and cast aside his Godly duties
to pursue his evil goals.
The devil works in tempting lies
waiting for the weak of mind
and for righteous acts denied
would further grasp one of his kind.
With every evil deed Gray stays
adorned with handsome youthful looks,
while his painting shows decay -
reveals the slash of Satin's hooks.
"Let the painting age, not me -
no sins, no doubts, and no regrets;
I'll live my life just as I please;
no conscience pleading to forget".
Yet in despair he could not bear
to see the picture of his soul,
now old and ugly, he would tear
with plunge of dagger sharp and cold.
Screams of pain shot down the lane
as Mr. Gray fell to the floor,
and the maid was thought insane
when she described just what she saw.
On the floor, a monster dead
with dagger deep within his chest,
yet there upon the wall she said,
"Pictured beauty at its best."
Inspired by The Picture of Dorian Gray
the only novel ever published by Oscar Wilde
(Also a mirror of his own conscience)
Once a very long time was born a perfect,righteous man
He died upon a rugged cross, but yet, He rose and lived again.
Jesus died that day but in the grave He didn't really stay
From the clutches of sin and death He broke for us the chain
As the boulder from his sepulcher rolled away they said.
I am so glad to believe that Jesus came in order to save us all.
And now between our Heavenly Father and us there's no more a wall.
Because God to this earth His only Begotten Son He sent.
And Jesus in total perfection his whole life He spent.
But upon the cross He chose for us to bear our sins.
He definitely did it all for us out of Love.
He absolutely did it all just for you and me…
He died while pleading forgiveness to His Heavenly Father above.
Yes, death couldn't keep Him down as He rose again that day.
The grave was found emptied and Jesus was never seen there
And Jesus bought with his Precious blood our sins that day.
The stone just rolled away and Jesus lives in my heart everyday.
Jesus has risen!And He lives! He can wash your sins and mine.Be thankful and pray.
Jesus my king and Savior lives and always will be here for you and me.
Dorian Petersen Potter
aka ladydp2000
copyright@2009
March,26,2009
A once pretty, teenage girl, heavily pregnant
Stood in the rain,
Her clothes torn, her eyes red, her ankles
Swollen, she was in pain,
Her resilience worn out, she often stood on the
Corner of this busy street,
Her eyes pleading for someone to give her
Something to eat,
Some People feel no empathy towards others,
Life is hard, few seemed to care.
I Often bought her a MacDonalds meal,
Her situation inhumane, horrific unreal.
Did she ever know freedom, she was weak,
And could hardly walk, constantly in a daze,
Her hair was dirty, long, and the wind
Slapped it across her face.
I gave her a two hundred Rand note,
Placing it in her hand, Shhhhh I whispered,
As if I already knew, Don’t tell a soul,
I could see her miserable life,
Had already taken it's toll.
I drove her to the outskirts of her home,
Which was always known
To be a dubious zone.
A middle aged, man with greasy hair,
That was going grey, but was once fair,
A cigarette hanging from his mouth,
Came from some-where
Out of no-where,
Saw in her hand the money,
Darn, you don’t need this honey,
I’ll buy me my moonshine!
She heavily made her way through the
Garbage scattered on the floor,
And sank on a torn sofa, just seeking peace,
Not minding who was standing by the door,
The cruel, filthy man continued cursing,
His endless oppression evident,
From the girls bruises glaring.
Who was this pitiful, bad man beating
This unfortunate girl, a father, a brother,
If undeservedly he held one of these titles,
How did he dare to show his drunken face,
Such people do exist in our sad human race,
I began crying, as I will never know,
I saw no mother, in fact I saw no other.
Zillions of pray'rs God hears each day -
appeals from citizens with hope.
Pleading for lands in disarray,
"Guide us, O God of sovereign scope."
Zillions of pray'rs God hears
from home and work and schools
from kids and engineers.
"Guide us, O God Who rules."
Zillions of pray'rs
said from this place,
"O God Who cares,
guide us with grace."
Zillions -
folks who obey
as well-armed civilians.
Zillions of pray'rs God hears each day.
May 13, 2023
Sponsor Constance La France
Contest Name Writing Challenge - 'Z' Words
This is a zanze (form created by Walden Greenwell). 4 stanzas, 16 lines.
It has 8-8-8-8, 6-6-6-6, 4-4-4-4, 2-4-6-8 syllables per line.
with A-b-a-b, c-d-c-d, e-f-e-f, g-a-g-A rhyming pattern.
The first lines in each stanza are unique. Starting with an 8 syllable line
and removing the last two syllables each stanza down to only the first two.
And also the first line of the poem repeats the last line.