Long Please Poems
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This is what created us. This light,
dappling the columned forests with petaled gold,
these nourishing and nourished streams, these bright
sun-laughing lakes, ruffling under an old
and infant wind, this intercourse of pine,
air, beam, mulch, bough, loam, moisture, say we fit
into the mothering niche of this design.
This does not belong to us: we belong to it.
If there can be a god, that god must be
what we are made to live for and within;
so in this pure cathedral we may see
our earth-determined being, and begin
to learn that we are water, light, and air:
our breath is homage, and our heartbeat prayer.
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Please note that I never have used and never will use AI to compose or revise any of my writings.
A random comment on poetry in general: All American poetry is a dialog between Emily Dickinson and Walt Whitman.
To the melody of the Rolling Stones'
~ oldie, "Paint It Black" ~
I see a naked face, please put on a mask
No lipstick anymore, I want it to be masked
I see the girls go by, so frightful in their masks
Only one tear to cry, 'cos males can't multitask...
I see a line of cars, and they're all wearing masks
No drivers grin at me, they're all wearing masks
I see teens turn away, 'cos they're not wearing masks
The cops use pepper spray, they're wearing their gas masks...
I look inside myself, my heart now wears a mask
I have no feelings now, 'cos they have all been masked
My face will fade away, it does not have a task
It's no use anymore, when your whole world is masked...
Di-die-di-die-di-die Di-di-die-die-di-die
Di-die-di-die-di-die Di-di-die-die-di-die... Fadeout...
Sometimes I make embarrassing mistakes.
I own them all. Excuses aren’t my style.
I know I’m not as wise as I should be.
Close-to-perfection’s something I am not!
If I know I have wronged you, I will say
I’m sorry, and I won’t proceed with “but.”
You know that word negates apologies!
The one who feels she’s always right--I’m not.
I know the Bible means just what it says.
If it says I’ve done wrong, I surely have.
I know its tenets are NOT out-of-date.
Reviser of the Scriptures—I am not!
I often fail to see how blessed I am.
I may be blind sometimes to others’ needs.
I’m too thin-skinned; I need to toughen up.
A model Christian’s something I am not!
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I love my dairy—ice cream, milk, and cheese.
My steak tonight? Please grill it—medium.
Potatoes? Mashed, and add some butter, please.
A vegan’s something I will never be!
Date: July 31, 2019
Contest Title: Something I Am Not
Sponsor: Craig Cornish
Once in a while, when the stars align in a silent symphony,
you meet someone whose electricity mirrors your soul like a calm sea,
and usually, it's a stranger who passes through your life like a comet through the night.
It was about three or four years ago when my steps were drawing shadows on Socola Boulevard,
and in a play of lights, I glimpsed a silhouette approaching, like an echo from a dream,
there was something in her walk, a dance of time and destiny that attracted me like a magnet,
and with each step, the intensity of our meeting grew like a wave ready to break.
Suddenly, I felt I knew her entire story, like an open book in the wind,
she had lived among men who did not know her soul, only the shadows she left behind,
as she got closer, I felt a sweet vertigo, like a dream suspended in time,
her steps resonated within me, a melody vibrating in my chest like an echo of eternity.
I looked her in the face, and her beauty was a sunrise captured in my gaze,
when we passed by each other, our eyes loved and sang,
a silent song that pierced the universe's silence, just for us,
and then she passed by me, without turning our gaze to the past.
Then, when I looked back, she had vanished like a dream fading at dawn,
what can you do in a world where almost everything worth having or doing is an illusion?
I entered a café and decided that if I ever saw her again,
somehow I would say, "Listen, please, I must speak to you, to capture the moment that escaped us."
I never saw her again, nor will I ever see her, but her memory is alive,
the iron of our society silences the heart, like a flame under a bell,
and when you silence a person's heart, you leave them ultimately with only a dream.
I write because I love it,
Creating words upon the page
Thoughts arise unexpected
Upon my mind’s stage.
Linguistic gymnastics confuse me
I have no understanding at all
When poems or prose is confusing
I wont bother then to recall.
Some writers set high expectations
And set down very strict rules.
With the P.C. person for authors
Ensuring you use the right tools.
Scrutinizing words of the meter
Making sure of the syllable count.
Rhymes must be true, and not near ones
If not, you are disqualified – out!
When readers engage with the writer
Their attention is captured by words
Imagined or real does not matter
If the interest to read has occurred.
I cannot be false or pretentious
To impress for the sake of reviews
If my words were hollow and thoughtless
I would feel disloyal to my muse.
I admire writers with prowess
Who can move my emotional state
With well-written stories or poems
From thought worthy lines they create.
We all have particular skillsets
Many writers prefer a free style.
While other use meter and rhyming
Does not matter - if good they’ll beguile.
So, before you criticise others
Please look at your own imperfections.
Take a breath, consider the authors
Who all write by their own intellections.
Akin twin invisible presence coaxing...paranormal
Action across ouija board
herald Faustian bargain
as fingers of left hand appear to move
planchette of their own accord...
inexplicably, silently, and verily
along a barely traceable minuscule chord
dance, with some spatial force
from outer limits, perhaps dimension unexplored
twilight zone, (where spirit of Rod Serling dwells)
horizontally, linearly, and peculiarly unmoored
hashtagging, kickstarting, and zigzagging
while just barely hoovering
with maybe a hair breath of space to afford
between alien world and terrestrial
plain playing field, when oh my lord...
(this premature ejeculation from an atheist sword
like cross my heart and hope
to die a martyrs death), thee paranormal
shenanigans witness movement toward,
and away from death still participants mouths agape
with bated breath until last letter scored
which message... uh...ah...cannot be revealed
yeah...yeah...yeah...due to HIPAA laws...
...Without explanation,
there gets heard clangorous din
along with whooshes of ice cold air
brushing against my chin
analogous to some unseen
genie i.e. and/or jinn freed
from the lantern by Aladdin,
then,...how odd...
a deathlike stillness one could hear a pin
drop pervades painfully quiet
as if sound got vacuumed in
to a void of parallel universe...
...Though I don't dabble in black magic,
nor nothing linkedin with the occult,
yours truly titled poem
to "grab" attention fast as Usain Bolt,
he dashes off runners block
blinding earth shattering jolt
faster than speeding bullet,
a praiseworthy athlete
with no win tent to insult,
but merely chose his name out of thin air
(in accordance with abracadabra)
and flimsy rhyme that did result...
But, aye beg (bribe
with wealth of Midas)...please
believe me you, this rather cheese
zee poetic endeavor got
wrought eyes wide shut
(for all intents and purposes eyes closed),
where gentle force did cease
phalanges asthma southern paw
of righteous honest to dog
gone guy with pennywise
and pound foolish sixth cents sees
dead people as like miniature floaters
(in my eyes with ease)
poised and struck unbeknownst to me
computer laptop black keys!
This poor brain
That thinks for me
Is all spent at the moment
Malfunctioning
Farting embarrassingly
Creaky; it needs...
A few drops of grease
Do check back tomorrow
For it is too tired to engage today
Sorry, it has gone to bed
Early
Let it sleep, please
Brainy Brevity Poetry Contest
Sponsored by Maureen McGreavy (Winner: 8th Place)
Date written and posted: 01/01/2019
Do you see the dragon in the woods?
It's trying to hide between the trees.
It doesn't seem evil to me so it must
Be good.
I am going to look. No! I don't think
You should.
We don't even know it's pedigree.
Do you see the dragon in the woods?
I wonder if it talks? Oh! It looks like
It's hurt. I see blood.
Really? I think we need to hide it on
The QT.
It doesn't seem evil to me so it must
Be good.
Look it stood.
Now it's bowing to me.
Do you see the dragon in the woods?
I was wondering how did you get so
Deep in to the wildwoods?
The less you know the better. Please,
Some one has to give it the third
Degree.
It doesn't seem evil to me so it must
Be good.
I was looking for you so I am glad my
Directions I misunderstood.
Goodness gracious. It can talk. Princess
Of the dragons I am here to deliver to
You your key.
Do you see the dragon in the woods?
It doesn't seem evil to me so it must
Be good.
Bless the work of my hands Oh! Lord
Bring forth your divine design
And dress me with a garment of light
And leave my old robes behind
Redeem me Oh Lord!
Return my glory!
So that I can give praises to the Father
Holy! Holy! Holy!
Bless the work of my hands Oh Lord!
Let me prosper in the light
Give me wisdom and wealth
And an obedient wife
So that my seeds may multiply
And dominate this earth
When you are close to the bosom of the Creator
You can never lose
Because the Lord does as he pleases
And blesses whom he choose
Show pity on your servant Oh Lord!
Because your mercy is great
The ruler of the Heaven and universe
The architect of men’s’ fate
By Your word it was created
And by your spirit you sent life
The Lord will save you from the sea of tribulation and strife
But we are poor and needy Oh my God!
Please do not cast us off
And even though the road may be rough
I will not lose God’s love
The Lord is the keeper of my soul
He is the Shepherd who keeps his sheep from going astray
And protects his chosen ones every night and day
The Lord is wonderful in every way
And he shows mercy to those who fear him
So I will abstain from sin
As I draw myself closer to him
Heathens wallow in a sea of mud
Until their iniquities be found to be evil
Because they disobeyed His word
In the eyes of the world they prosper
But they soon fade away and suffer
The righteous will never lack because the Lord will provide
I am shielded by the Lord
So why should I hide?
My enemies like a potsherd
And are smashed by His rod
He will protect those who obey his word
And make the meek strong
And the little one powerful
I will praise your name in the presence of the throng
I will praise your name because it is right
And never wrong
I will praise your name and make it my favourite song
From everlasting to everlasting
Amen! Amen!
What a sad spectacle
seeing hordes of people
amid riots
breaking into
department stores
and destroying businesses
just to loot them.
Stop the looting!
Hands off the merchandise!
How is it justice
for George Floyd?
for Eric Garner?
for Michael Brown, Jr?
for Tamir Rice?
for Freddy Gray?
for any future Black victim
of police brutality?
What makes you
any different from those
you supposed to be
protesting against?
Stay home if you'd rather
loot stores than riot
peacefully.
Shame on you
for dishonoring
the memory of those
you should be
protesting for.
If you truly cared about
representing the families
of victims who died
at the hands of corrupt cops
you wouldn't be
showing up just to loot.
Shame on you
for trying to undo
the movement
for positive change.
If your intention
isn't to contribute
to that change, stay indoors.
By all means, protest
without breaking any laws.
But when you loot, you give
peaceful protesters
demanding justice
a bad name!
You are not helping!
Join the movement
for positive change, if not,
please, stay home!
Stop the looting!
Hands off the merchandise!
How is it justice
for George Floyd?
for Eric Garner?
for Michael Brown, Jr?
for Tamir Rice?
for Freddy Gray?
for any future Black victim
of police brutality?
Stop committing a crime
while railing against criminals
for crying out loud!
Submitted for...
'Your fave poem 2020 not written for a contest' Poetry Contest
Sponsored by John Hamilton (Winner: 2nd Place)
Date written: 06/17/2020
Date originally written: 05/31/2020