Long Pounder Poems
Long Pounder Poems. Below are the most popular long Pounder by PoetrySoup Members. You can search for long Pounder poems by poem length and keyword.
Again I am at my favorite coffee shop, sipping cappichino wanting
to write about something other than you.
Wanting half-heartedly to move to a different page in my life.
Needing someone else to fill that void you have left.
When I shut my eyes, you are there.
Small things constantly remind me of you.
Like Fate whispering to me from another plane to hold on a little longer.
At night my head fills with hazy dreams of us.
As I lay alone at night staring up into the dark,
your smile flashes infront of me.
I cry and reach out for you yet wishing that you are happy in your place in life.
I swim in this oceanic thought drifting out with the tide of a reality that I wish were true:
You, in your study working on another book, typing away.
Contenence of seriousness and contemplation= logic
Muscles of your jaw tense, your eyes moving in time with written lines
as the light of the screen highlights your face.
You lean forward as if to extract something from your works.
Hesitantly you begin to type again. Read what is there,
digest the phrasing, grimice, then fiercely press the backspace key erasing
forever that paragraph..
The frustration in these obsene lines.
I sense that you are stuck.
Leaning back in your highbacked leather chair staring at the screen.
Fingers arched in a prayer that your muse will come and bless you with a few lines.
To complete a thought.
As they move forth and back over pursed lips...Your concentration, to save an ill-fated ship from the clutches of a diabolical empire,
is such that you do not notice me standing in the doorway.
For the moment, I prefer it that way.
I take pleasure in watching you work,
pounder the course of the universe and not realize that you are being observed.
As I did when we were in the desert.
When I was on guard duty with the 240 Bravo that you taught me how to use.
I would watch you walk away from the TOC,
hands clasped behind your back, head covered with your booney cap lowered watching the ground. Puzzlement over the actions of the day.
Still, you have yet to see me standing there watching you...........
Form:
A seething summer morning in the oil boom trailer park
Oral Roberts on the radio with the gospel told by Mark
The reek of raw petroleum is everywhere around
We little oil trash urchins play marbles on the ground
He drives out here most every day around the hour of nine
Checking all the trailer windows for a little cardboard sign
He parks the canvas-covered truck and dons his leather vest
Throws a tow sack o'er his back and shows his Sunday best
Down the drive comes Danny, on his mighty motor bike
Hanging on the handlebars, his bigger brother Mike
The engine makes a ton of noise, a dandy double stroke
Two baseball cards and clothespins, hitting every spoke
Our ragamuffin gang was gathered, just waiting for the time
To contrive our evil strategy and carry out our crime
“The iceman, the iceman!”, I hear my sisters say
“Y'all be quiet!”, I hiss to them,” You'll give us all away!”
The iceman sidles round the truck and casts the canvas back
Scores a hundred-pounder block and cleaves it with a whack
Tongs the icy burden to his back and laughs at what is left
Chunks and chips of frozen jewels, the targets of our theft
We want so hard to play it cool and act like we don't care
All our mouths fill up with drool and it's tricky not to stare
The iceman winks his eye at me and hides a little grin
Then walks up to the trailer door where mother lets him in
The moment that the door slams shut, the bandits make their play
With eyes lit up, we whoop and shout like kids on holiday
We suck up all the chunks and chips and with our bellies iced
We swagger off to brag about our frosty jewelry heist
It's true we didn't have a lot, perhaps enough to just scrape by
But the visit from the iceman was like Christmas in July
And when I pass through oilfield country, it never ceases to amaze
How the scent of raw petroleum brings back those icebox days
January 30, 2013
Commercial season in its full swing
boats afloat dot foggy harbor scene
we're off like a prom dress
let's catch a mega-mess
barbs a'flyin', some even obscene
Wish 'em up! Catch 'em up! Bend the rod!
tease with the herring, but not the cod.
weekend revolution
curse the thoughtless googans
less than seventy-three inch outlawed
find the school of herring, find the whale
there we'll drop anchor and chum the trail
drop the bait, throw the chum
if we chum, they might come
pull the hook, hear our woebegone wail
youngsters have chum methodology
squid-haddock mix no apology
chumbalaya soup
up goes the loud whoop
they sing a joyful doxology!
they cut the chum and then throw it in
expecting to catch a big blue fin
they hook the herring
the beeps a'blaring
land the fat cow that was in a spin!
It’s a big, fat, slob – a screamer!
if it’s a shark, you’re a dreamer
come on baby, bite me
on the hook, excite me
it’s a blue fin clever schemer
tails up! it’s safely on the deck
all this work is for a paycheck
pink, fat, and greasy
some make it easy
who’s in the lead, they’re neck ‘n neck
over the rail and into the pail
back to the dock to make a big sell
dollars, six to 28,
900 pounder is great
turn and burn, we're off to find the whale
at end-of-day when season is done
competition end, who's number one
some were lost, some were gained
tuna species sustained
next year, another season will run
Our internet freedoms
Say quotes?
Say Facebook pokes?
Say avatar Say hashtag,
My computer handbag?
Or smishing, dishing or instant phishing?
Our musical freedoms
Say princess of pop?
Say queen of hip hop?
The king of orgasmic rock
Who got writer’s block?
Or the Fab four, the king, say how to sing?
Our gourmet freedoms
Say double whopper with cheese?
Say double quarter pounder please?
Say 12 piece meal with 3 sides
Cheese burger with fries?
Shrimp toast, shrimp egg, shrimp halls, or shrimp balls?
Our television freedoms
Say you think you can dance?
Say a geeky romance?
Say Australian idol
Or celebrity survival?
Got talent, Bogan hunter and the struggle street punter?
Our literal freedoms
Say greenie?
Say bluey?
Brickie
or schoolie?
Cobber or dobber or jaw breaking gobber?
Our medicated freedoms
Say candy man cartwheels?
The back alley deals?
Say ripped with ice
When you name the price?
Knocked out with the burnt out, washed out, drop out?
Our freedoms were cried for, died for,
Romanticized, and politicised for.
They’re songbirds, they’re poets, and dark night sky comets.
To be questioned and spotlighted not hidden unsighted.
They’re sublime with a rhyme for all your lifetime,
To be sung from the tongue of that defiant young.
In life's crucible, I succumbed to a mystic trance,
Where ephemeral allurements enthralled my soul's dance,
The spirit beckoned, and I wandered into the heart
Of "Akamara's" ancient tree, a realm of mystic art.
Within its boughs, a world of wonder waited to unfold,
A realm of supernatural beings, with powers to mold,
Their feast was ambrosia, their waters crystal clear,
A utopia of magic, where cars, houses, and markets appear.
Awele, a sage, introduced me to Agiliti's mystic might,
Who promised the key to wealth, and banished endless night,
I, a candle-bearer, once lost, now found my inner fire,
Determined to seize wealth's mantle, my heart's greatest desire.
Yet, tasks lay ahead, like finding the lion's hidden skill,
A quest that led me through the forest's whispering still,
Ghommid spirits swirled, a vortex of ethereal might,
But I pressed on, undaunted, through the shadows of endless night.
Jojo, a woodland sage, who died yet lived anew,
Taught me the ancient lore, of lion's skill and spirit true,
He gifted me the power pounder, and Len's all-seeing eye,
To unveil the hidden truths, and unlock the forest's mystic sigh.
Riches and power unfolded, like a tapestry of old,
Yet, like a wisp of smoke, it vanished, leaving naught but a dream's cold.
In the wilderness is where you find me Beneath the pounder of scattered rocks right where there’s light in a tiny hole is where am at my life has a bullet Shifting Sorrowful Naïve plight that no one can ever return from but my life is known to see the ugly in you and I and all the things that has endure to make me into who I am now but still I
Consistency think why does this keep happening to me is because there is no more Decency no more respect no more love and then I wonder if it’s how I look but maybe that’s their Opinion and it doesn’t matter anyway and those are people that whisk in the air like paper showing there truth and their decent of what else they can grasp and use it like a theft.see everyone wants to feel superior but stepping on those will cost you plenty a sin that high will cost your life but this life is a Deceiving tangled and wrong pathway right now I just want peace ecstasy and happiness am done with it all I want is just to live happily ever after in my own world where pain decent and disrespect no longer lie we’re on this path of life footsteps are known to be on everyone and are those footsteps are souls which are as cold as ice but the love we once forgot can warm hundreds
In darkness I found refuge,
Those brown wave elements forms my imaginations,
I suffered in silence,because I refused to speak,
They wondered why I was mute?
I'm like an abandoned drum which cannot give greenlight about its nature,
Morning takes my happiness,
I await the dark to wipe the solemn tears that flows from the banks of my eyelids.
My throats are dried from the constant calling on death to sweep my legs of the earth,
The moments keeps getting tough as the memories keep killing me beneath my mind,
In sadness I found comfort.
Then I spoke,
Words of unending bitterness,
I could feel my tongue terrified to the words that accumulated my emotions
My mind couldn't understand the phenomenal feelings of regret.
Word that thwarted my beings ,
Words that defined my dejection,
I regretted ever letting my lower and upper lips meet together and review my great injection.
I was told words of blames
I shouted in the martyrdom of my voice,
In excruciating pain, my words were made to stand against it's beholder.
I lost my effective sleeping pills to thoughts,
I could only pounder on why ?
These were just hypothesis; they do not define me.
Big Ben chimes again
With Bazball zen
One of those men
From special stock
Shepherd of the flock
Hewn from strewn Volcanic rock
From New Zealand's Southern Isle
But only there for a wee while
Mighty flame haired flair laird
Without doubt more about Blighty's North East
They forged this bellicose beast
Ripsnorting sporting cavorting squire
Glutton & gourmand gorged feast
Test town crier
Puffed buffed chest
Inspire..burning
Proper copper topper
Churning fire..
Endless zest..desire
No dull lull
No bore draw
Simple...aspire
To score more!
It's not arcane
Stokes campaign & reign
Train like you're insane
Always entertain!
Remember us flounder
In the gutter
Trounced...17 on the bounce
Could we have found
Pound for pounder
Better all rounder
Nutter...go getter
Sounder founder
Run rate record setter
Of the evolution
And revolution
Of Test cricket
Toe to toe
Blow by blow
Heave ho
Give us a ticket
In the Baz ball or
Ben buzz grotto
Gung Ho motto
You will never know
Till you give it a go!
Under uncannily beautiful oak couple is making love
On one of the branches sits snow white dove
The dream of orchard fits this scene like a glove
That is what it is an orchard of love
Spring eyes green like the sea
Above azure blueness of heavens in full majesty
Like spring flowers root in soil emotions root in destiny
Blooming like spring flowers is love for eternity
When the couple is apart billows flood the seas
When that happens he feels her soul vibrate like spring breeze
But when once again her he sees
They will kiss with smell of sage with purple flowers used to make honey by bees
He looks into her eyes and will wonder
How deep they are he will pounder
They are deeper then discontinuous number
Deeper than that from which nothing is immeasurable is the answer
As spring and sun make their union so do the couple under oak tree
Joined is their destiny
To each other’s heart each has the key
And their souls are joined yet they are free
The pyramid is an ancient tomb
But for soul it is a womb
Build from lime stone slabs that together perfectly fit
This construction was quite engineering feat
I sometimes wonder
When ancient world I pounder
Ten thousand years ago Magi walked the ancient world
And if one travels their footsteps would secrets unfold
They prized Lapis Lazuli more than gold
And believed secrets to life it would hold
As the sky shines with thousand stars
The Magi by looking at them and planets like Jupiter and Mars
Destinies of man and Earth they tried to foretell
And I wonder did the leave something like the pyramid as well
Pyramid not of lime stone yellow brown hue
But made of lapis lazuli royal blue
And maybe instead of soul looking for divine place
They left something more tangible like ship that travels in outer space
The ship that to whole spirit and divinity including Omni-verse
Is what the ship that exchanges time for speed is to our known universe?