Long Portraying Poems
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There are prayers that we’ve been praying
Hoping hunger will somehow vanish away
Little hands held up to heaven obeying
Laughing and smiling, children are playing
In spite of hardship that leads them astray
There are prayers that we’ve been praying
Kind hearts whisper into small ears, saying
Just believe and God will answer you someday
Little hands held up to heaven obeying
Silent lights glimmer through nights, swaying
Listen to that still, small voice and obey
There are prayers that we’ve been praying
Gentleness and meekness call out, portraying
Warm, rich compassion like that on the Lord’s day
Little hands held up to heaven obeying
Humanity lifts spirits who we should be repaying
Children who need love that we can’t betray
There are prayers that we’ve been praying
Little hands held up to heaven obeying
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April 12, 2021
Saturday, December 21 Military Time 2319
(According to website:
https://earthsky.org/astronomy-
essentials/everything-you-need-
to-know-december-solstice.)
Hark the herald angels sing
yea, only one hundred ten days,
I started counting until spring
as proclaimed courtesy
yours truly, a fellow Earthling.
Mine tolerance to endure
brutally cold weather quite plain
decreases in direct proportion
as orbitz around El Sol increase,
hence subsequent heft to weather
old man winter doth wane,
no matter majority mein kampf birthdays
lived hashtagged Southeastern
Montgomery, Pennsylvanian.
Climate change slated
to ratchet up temperatures,
thus quaint Currier
and Ives existence dated,
whereby relics portraying
old man winter curated
within (ironically enough)
climate controlled and heavily gated
surveilled environment freighted
replete with trappings created,
back in the day when bomb cyclones
nsync with polar vortex precipitated,
where global warming naysayers skated
on thin ice ignoring strong voice dictated
by diminutive Swedish
activist Greta Thunberg severely castigated
passive grownups, said
slip o' lass generated
cult like following despite
her petite, yet enervated
larger than life presence, especially venerated
by young people cohort, who felt infuriated
unheeded apocalyptic warnings
inadvertently kickstarted,
motivated, and promulgated
green revolution proudly designated
government, née said youth
zealously, vociferously, righteously,
opportunistically arrogated
take charge attitude
(think) wartime economy escalated
forcing drastic paradigm shift
diminishing nightmare demise calculated
to reign death and destruction,
nonetheless untolled cruelty
permanently and wantonly eradicated
multitudinous swaths of life forms.
Maintenance culture
People and culture
Like bee and honey
Too much energy spent
In portraying a culture
Well believed as a way of life
In places
Maintenance culture
A culture far from humanity
Is a failed culture
A culture that promote humanity
Is worth an everlasting try and try again
Maintenance culture
We need to preserve our history
We need to preserve our Hero's past gone oh Africa
We need to preserve and maintain
All values of our accessors
They never laboured in vain
So we are to adore and keep
Their legacy a honour
Maintenance culture
Africans now I write to you all
Where is the maintenance culture
We once value
Now people don't care
So many don't even know their root
As an African
Our school don't even teach us
How important is to maintain
And preserve our resources
Is like we are just supporters
Looking so confuse and so scard
A lot we believe we can't Do
Oh African why have thou fallen
For babylon is and must always
Come after us
Maintenance culture
With out Africa I just wonder
What will be of the world
Before and now
Every one are friends to Africa
That makes me wonder
Who is an enemy as it is not
Written but the scars now we
Bear speaks a lot
Maintenance culture
Oh African we need to boast our
Ways
We need not change to other ways
That defiles our dignity
A lot we have
a lot we got to maintain
For already a lot we lost
So where is our maintenance culture
We once showed the world back
Then the days of our ancestors
Now why do we don't care
Destroying our selves
Fight and devaluing each other
Was not our culture
So now all you and I can see
Is a down fall that invite hunters
To devour all we got to maintain
Maintenance culture
If you are an African
I pledge you help maintain our worth
If you are not an African I pledge
Do Africa no harm
For already is enough all this
Evil shower around my continent
From out and with in
So as we all see we need a lot
Hands together oh brethren to successfully
Bring back our
Maintenance culture
Self-seeking combined with appetite
unsettles our global foundations.
Arrogant malice yields agony
as volatile as dynamite.
Diplomats dream up celebrations
portraying worldwide euphony.
Dazzling garlands line the street
winking past the gluttony.
Roses from all nations
scintillate, incomplete
harmony.
March 9, 2020
The last three lines are a quote: 'Roses from all nations scintillate in complete harmony' from A Rose by any other Name - by Maria Williams. My apologies, Maria, for altering the essence of your line. Scintillate may also mean a flickering, wavering, bewitching light.
The form is new to me, the curtal sonnet, created by Gerard Manley Hopkins
You see the ugly scars
I see the beauty inside
You see the struggles and worries
I see the strength that makes it worth it
You see the pain and sorrow
I see second chances in the morning
Listen… to the touch of a pen
Who understands your need
To give back a piece of you
A part of your heart and soul
A chunk of your hope and faith
A sample of mercy and grace
Portions of your spirit’s praise
Inspiration sings praises into
The kindness of a psalm
Portraying the evidence
Of hope that lingers on and on
Lifting up the dismal heart
With light, laughter and love
Whispered in the prayers
Of one who breathes in
The music of a sincere belief
If I were a star…
I’d look down to those soft wishes
Made on my twinkling shimmer
Enlightening the heart with a quiver
Of intimate hues that shadow the sparkle
With halos of pure, untainted love
You are the kindness beneath my concern
The victory that comes when I have won
The inspiration that brings my vision to life
The consideration that brightens even sunlight
Stanzas taken from my poems:
Real Beauty
God's Kiss
Whispers of Grace
If I Were A Star
What You Are
Rewritten to form this poem on February 27, 2021
Entered in John lawless'
Fragments of Verse Poetry Contest
What makes us different
Is the nature in us,
Your fragile heart,
As tender as flower,
Your standing chest
Like ripe fruit from yonder.
What makes us different is
My heart of stone,
Depicting manliness,
My Adam apple and muscle,
Bold and sure,
Meaning certainty and rigidity.
What makes us different
Is your ideas, portraying your
Flexibility,
My ego and your ego, different
Paths they go.
What makes us different
Is you and i, different like
Fire and water....
I respect your motherly nature,
It affects eternity,
Your lips and hips shows us differently,
You were created from me,
Meaning without me,
YOU ARE NOT COMPLETE.
My Landscape Painting
Let me describe my painting,
Of a pastel colour landscape,
A Beautiful British Waterway,
Forming our scene and shape.
Walking by the water’s edge,
Following the towpath trail,
Pace of life serene and slow,
Barges powered, ready to sail.
There’s something about Canals,
Contented people with a smile,
A Detachment from Urban life,
If not for long, then for a while.
Gently the water meanders,
Through Country, Town and Vale,
River flowing alongside,
Cutting through hills and Dale.
The sounds of hope and nature,
Heron Kingfisher, Birdsong,
Squirrels playful, scurry and chase,
While Robin is bob, bobbing along.
Midges skim the surface,
Fish blowing bubbles in jest,
The Angler pitting his skills,
A contest to see who is best.
Waterways once built for Cargo,
From an old industrial past,
Now they carry for pleasure,
Memories to grow and last.
Would you like to buy my painting?
Of a pastel colour landscape.
It’s signed with love by the artist,
Portraying, the scene and the shape.
I’m in the position of a responsible orphan
I’m left with no plan…abandoned
I turn aside from being caught up in denial, though I’m stumbling
upon affliction and bafflement, entangling me in its web
These unkempt, cemented words—they are strapping
The griminess searing through my skin and bone
I’m left in the chambers of my words
How can I talk myself out of this position?
They are cemented to my soul,
decaying in debris…chained to envy and fear
I write down my experiences with cemented ink
My fear-binding words weigh me down,
cemented with bewilderment
My toes trickle with grime…my life is but a frown
My body becomes weak… leaving me with a print
My depression dunks my head down
I write down my feelings with layered ink
Decaying in filth…chained to fury and terror
Chipping my soul…peeling away everything I adore
I am demolishing along with
my last lick of luck
How can I get out of here?
I’m left to find my own way out
The draftiness singeing through me…goose bumps
leaving scars of tousled emotions—they are strapping
These portraying words crawl in my cranium…
Perturbing my every thought
Abandoning all the doubtless hopes…entangled with uncertainty
My worries are shot
With ink…
blotching my heart
I’m unprepared on my flight
I’m in the position of a bewildered orphan…
lost in the ink-cemented night
In the USA, did today all of its citizens,
receive their little gift from my favorite thugs in government"
Ladies and gentlemen,
this is not a good thing.
This is just an attempt to get us comfortable with a limited income,
all while falsely portraying,
that government truly cares about all of its citizens.
I must say that I am truly impressed with our president.
He is an excellent puppet, very obedient,
to the true powers that be who are directing him,
which is supposed to be us, but it clearly isn't,
because we have been living our entire lives not caring and complacent.
All of us deserve all the darkness ahead that is yet to come,
unless we all get off of that couch and take action and do something.
Still computing, always calculating
Even when they are competing
We never compare but repair
So we don't live in dispiar
For we're always a frontier
Steadily facing adversity
Ready to liberate all that's behind.
Fighting until we conquer
Taking our tribes higher
Without bribes or been tired
Putting our badge on the map globally
We never retreat, neither did we surrender
Fighting even when we're bleeding.
Bleeding from all limitations
Steadily thriving for liberation
To be free from starvation and stagnation
Fighting with determination and enthusiasm
Steadily fighting against every opposition of our nation.