Long Point to point Poems
Long Point to point Poems. Below are the most popular long Point to point by PoetrySoup Members. You can search for long Point to point poems by poem length and keyword.
Two Dimensional Love and Life
Some lines move horizontally
Others go diagonal
There are lines that travel up and down
They all make love within their set parameters
As is their culture and tradition there
Always within the lines, as is their prerogative and mission
For years Mr. E-line traveled from the east alone
One day he stumbled into Le Le Ling, from a line of high position
Coming from the east straight at him without permission
She was a fine line worth knowing, from a noble lineage
Both wanted sex directly when they met
They fell in linear love from point to point
Neither could continue forward, nor go up or down
And forget about left and right, as their world was flat and straight
They had to do everything frontal and did so on the spot
In the two dimensional realm you were caste from birth
To mate with someone from your universe
From your circle so to speak
Obviously they are lines so let’s proceed
In any case they came from flat lands of the east and west
Horizontal was the only life they knew
Le Le Ling and E- line were destined for each other
Other lines outside of Horizontal World were frowned upon
Diagonals were out of fashion, up and down too
Looked down upon in flat land prejudicial manner
Though “down” in their reality was not an option
Other dimensions did not exist for them
From their narrow point of view
Mr. And Mrs. Line had a baby line one day
They named it Little Liner
Raise it to be direct and true
And straight as an arrow too
In their religion there is only one commandment
Look in front of you to find your way to heaven
Since you have no other direction any way
Stay in line, head toward the light to find the truth
Harry West was an Aboriginal stone age hunter,
on the Kokoda trail Second World War in New Guinea in 1942...
HARRY WEST of KOKODA...
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ZYFVC072rJk
One man from Goodooga, black,
yes a "Murray" so true ...blue.
He carried a sugar bag on his back,
filled with grenades, primed too....
He left camp wearing a loincloth new,
went native I'll relate...
Went behind the lines to a Jap H.Q.,
fed them hand grenades old mate. ...
The Japs did, the natives brutalise,
worked them hard as mules as well. ...
When a " Fuzzy " fell and couldn't rise,
hamstrung him where he fell....
{and there he died so slow}
'Fuzzy Wuzzy Angels' bore our friends,
mortally wounded down the track...
Our Goodooga boy he made amends,
with Jap carrier parties black....
He killed the Samurai swordsmen, mean,
set Jap slaves many, free to run,..
Sent them back to the hills so very green,
this fight for them he'd won...
by Don Johnson. ..
After three months of killing Japanese by stealth,
he was near to our side of the fight an fell breaking his leg.
He crawled a few mile to the Aussie lines. He developed "Scrub Typus"
and died in the Port Moresby Hospital,
Harry was now buried with his mates in the Bomana cemetry.
Harry could track and hunt with the silent stealth and homing
instinct of the true stone age hunter, there was no one better at jungle warfare.
This Aboriginal Stone Age man could move from point to point by instinct,
no need for moonlight, overcast or raining made no difference! Never lost!
http://www.scullywag.com/kokoda1942stoush/
Mountains high as my hands reach
Sun sets on my mind
My skin is the night sky,
With spots as stars
illuminating through the night
Eyes like sensors
Detecting every motion,
Set by life and i always take caution
Moving from point to point
So nobody can join,
Like nobody sees the lines
The trail leading to the mountain top
Just beneath the sun,
Spirit powered by solar energy.
I run as far as my will takes me
And I won't wake up from this fantasy,
I'll keep on dreaming
Like i suffer from hypersomnia.
A Voice that sounds like a massive crowd
Shoulder blades as wings
So i fly higher than my degree
Breaking the laws of gravity,
Landing in water but walking through fire
Than they ask how i feel.
I'm alive, I'm a tree
So I'm born free
Spreading my branches and I'm growing leaves,
Green as green can be,
Supported by my roots so i don't forget where i stand
And i never stop growing,
Cause I'm not just any tree
I bloom money.
The wind undertakes me
The greetings from the sky
I fly, i see the clouds
I am the wind,
Seeing the world
Drifting from side to side,
Gliding through everything
I'm alive
So i fly and I never look down.
Dear Fathers,
I've come a Long Way
I did draw that star
and placed a dime on each day.
So now I'm on point
and I'm ready to play
A wallet I watched
and the Time was matched
I found all the feathers
and all the stars on the catch...too
..." spectacles "...
My tactics are respectable
and my measures detectable
..." the genuine "...
article is true and yes
I can assure you
my art does tickle.
following written May 2010
”...daughter dear come sit and play
I’ve drawn a star to show the way
Here are the dimes, one for each day
From point to point, place them all I say.”
”... a wallet and a watch…”
Time is moving and I’m to catch!
Forth dime placed on the One to match!
How, and how now to fetch the rest….
”... spectacles …” spectacular tactics
Respectable… the genuine articles
Detectable… ” a thinking machine ”...
Never giving up, even in her teens…
”... this test tickles…” she said
Sugar plum dimes dancing in her head
”... Rudolf, there’s a read to know…”
Red lights lead the way through snow…
Deals were made in the long ago.
Now I’m One and soon to be Two
Seven dimes placed and a penny in my shoe.
Twisting and turning and loving between the sheets
oh damn your lips are so sweet;
Traveling all over your soft skin, oh damn deep within
within your world i am sinking.
Moving slowly and searching to find; i stop by your
chest and linger within your bosom nest, oh damn
what fleshy assets?
There i was thinking that was enough to find,
but you aroused my mind and i traveled to your hollow
navel spot and played with your golden belly button and
how much you liked that.
Oh gosh i just reach your curves, oh damn girl you rocking
my already aroused nerves and every bloody erected veins
within my oh so surrendering body.
From your vantage point you urged me and encouraged me
to make the most of all that i can find, oh damn girl,
are you playing with my mind?
Okay lets do it from point to point and now your well kept
place of glory i find and that is a special place where your
inner beauty is define.
Within your place of glory you welcome me and ensure my
comfort with your accommodating hospitality and with
pleasurable excitement we both sing a melodious song of
coming story.
On The Plateau
Remote Island in the sky, on the plateau
Above the lowlands removed and separated
Nine thousand foot drop prevents our leaving
We watch others like ourselves down there
Telescope in hand to seek their knowledge
Down below they advance beyond us
Highland’s mesa and low world never merge
No transport or communication
No way to sink to there or rise to here
Two cultures bound in total disconnect and isolation
We might as well be from or on another planet
We can only speculate and wait
On the plateau, the land is flat and square
Two miles long and wide from point to point
All alone on our tableland, we circle in a stagnant cycle
A path of least resistance on the same existence planned
Our counterparts advance in open endless lowlands space
They look up to us and wave
Down there, as far as the eye can see, is nature
Expanding through our spy glass, forever on and up
And out beyond the seas, then stars
Time stands still for us on tableland, as we crave more
Sun and snow reach us first
I guess that counts for something though, on the plateau
Dot to Dot
. 2 . Point to point
Painting life by the numbers
A moving chorus line of choice
Random patterns spurned
Unbroken pointillism paints a soul’s portrait
In shades of shadows and sunlight
. 2 . Day to day
In a sanctuary of measured stillness
Sunset and sunrise on a calculated thread
Sun and moon follow precise lines of gavotte
Like a moving celestial stairway
The pilgrimage of each morning and each night
. 2 . Mile by mile
Plumb line for restless steps
Stepping stones of revelation
Crossing over potholes of quick sand
Passing detours of indiscretion
Wisdom’s oasis marks each passage
. 2 . Note by note
Winsome, plaintive, joyful melody line
Rises from the deep eternal’s depths
That reads each note as written
One voicing after the other
The song of each life stitched together
. 2 . Line by line
Stars joined with silk filaments
Sweet ambrosia of constellations
Fiery guardians in strings of astral confetti
When north stars and southern crosses
Make paths through our tangled valleys
12-20-22
Contest: Dot to Dot
Sponsor: Kim Rodrigues
Dialogue like electricity shooting from point to point,
I am hearing all the sounds of conversation;
I am learning nothing here at all.
Don’t speak to me about love,
don’t speak to me about redemption.
I have loved you with your mask on,
I have loved you without.
I have seen you with no deliberation,
no hesitation or direction.
Like a lost soul in purgatory,
you wander room to room-
pretending you are seeking some known destination.
When in truth, you have no journey;
You have no pathway nor wooded trail to follow.
Don’t be content with your ordeal-
Fight it tooth and nail with everything you’ve at your disposal.
Drag your demons by the throats down each rugged road,
tear their flesh or lack thereof with every shrapnel you’ve incurred.
Take your war wounds and take the scars,
use them as amassed skin to spare and disperse at will.
Dimensions that unfold before you,
like unrolling carpets for some sinner.
I will forgive you, I will forget-
As if that were some right of mine to make claims to.
Dialogue like electricity shooting from point to point,
I am hearing all the sounds of conversation;
I am learning nothing here at all.
Don’t speak to me about love,
don’t speak to me about redemption.
I have loved you with your mask on,
I have loved you without.
I have seen you with no deliberation,
no hesitation or direction.
Like a lost soul in purgatory,
you wander room to room-
pretending you are seeking some known destination.
When in truth, you have no journey;
You have no pathway nor wooded trail to follow.
Don’t be content with your ordeal-
Fight it tooth and nail with everything you’ve at your disposal.
Drag your demons by the throats down each rugged road,
tear their flesh or lack thereof with every shrapnel you’ve incurred.
Take your war wounds and take the scars,
use them as amassed skin to spare and disperse at will.
Dimensions that unfold before you,
like unrolling carpets for some sinner.
I will forgive you, I will forget-
As if that were some right of mine to make claims to.
Sitting here thinking...will I will my endeavor so clever so quick to never call my bluff n pull the lever n cut off ties like sever?
Or call out rhymes like past times as people drop dimes and I sniff lines of notes like valentines I embrace it, taste it, lace it as I turn my back then never face it as uh chapter in the past I cast a dark loom over the groom n give my blessing to the music that once was my doom 2 consume my mind like monsoon & get swept into my black tomb.
Or do I? Walk the route n doubt the clout that surrounds me like my conscience which I never doubt the truth of the nature of the beast to say the least at least I rise like yeast n stay straight like creased with no plan on getting off track like derailed I thought I failed yet nailed to this life like jailed n caught or confined I signed my life with uh fine point to point the finger to the sky in high hopes. The sky is my life n my dreams seem to redeem my true nature as my queen knights me n watches as I develop into a king