Long Proud Poems
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Condemned by God to slither thus
for tempting Eve to bite
the snake at first stood tall and proud
and always was upright.
Alas since then he has to hide
prepared to make his strike,
tempting again the fairer sex
who led him to this plight.
So legless, withered, long or short
condemned by female pride
the snake is ready to grow tall
and find a place to hide.
For when his moment cums at last
he's proud and tall and strong,
then spits with pleasure at the ones
temptation strung along.
And thus it satisfies the need
inbred in all it’s kind
by bringing forth the fruits of love
......to feed all womankind!
Ivor G Davies
Want to reach a child, teach him to care?
To do everything with a gentle flair?
Don't hover over over him 'til you're blue in the face
Or lavish undeserved praise on him -- a complete waste!
Show him the way, instead, in your every action and deed
By modeling utmost compassion and care, plant the seeds
Honor and speak well of your father and mother
Your aunt and your uncle, your sister and brother
Always consider how you'd like to be treated
When communicating with others, even on Twitter
By modeling daily the caring way to act and behave
You'll raise a chlld to be proud of, from cradle to grave
She wants to chase happy, but she’s chained to a sombre,
Life of mournful and blue,
She wants to escape to a dream of care free,
She wants to begin all anew,
And leave the woe of what she’s become,
To leave her life of bad choice,
And wake up in peace, across the red line,
With a loud, proud, dignified voice,
But, you see, she’s forgotten what her happiness is,
Living with sorrow instead,
She’s forgotten how to laugh and breathe,
Living with drugs, alone, in her head,
This chase to her happy has an obstacle to cross,
An obstacle that’s out of her sight,
Still, an obstacle that only she can solve,
An obstacle that’s her obstacle to fight.
My heart was February ice
Kneeling to barren, cursed winter
Beneath weak, broken sacrifice
White skies cracked, and springtimes splinter
Through summer's youthful, blurry run
My heart was February ice
Unmelted, I defied the sun
My cup too proud for water's price
Austere solitude must suffice
So long, I slept in my cold tomb
My heart was February ice
Until your passion gave it bloom
As polar rivers part and thin
Your brown eyes, warm as cayenne spice
Thawed my frozen flames - even when
My heart was February ice.
2/10/20
For 'Distant Refrains' contest
Sponsor: Joseph May
Shared 1st Place
One of God's blessing to a
man,
Is to send him an angel in
the form of a human.
Each day i keep thanking
the stars,
For blessing me with a
friend as amazing as the
stars.
A friend i found in you,
With a caring heart
available to few.
A friend like no other friend,
That i can lay down my life
to defend.
A friend not so far from my
heart,
Someone i can call a
sweetheart.
A friend i don't regret
meeting,
That keeps my heart
beating.
A friend i can't scream at or
fight with,
Not even in my time of
writhe.
A friend i love so so much,
Treasure and care for so
much.
A friend like you is like
having no worries in my
life,
That's why i choose to keep
you even in my afterlife.
A friend i don't want to lose,
God's amazing gift that i
can't refuse.
A friend created with all
measures of beauty,
Made with every sense of
human and heavenly
beauty.
A friend i have always
wanted,
Someone i have chosen to
keep even when being
taunted.
A friend like you is like
being in comfort all day,
And an heavenly blessing in
every way.
A friend with an angelic
smile,
That can heal a broken
heart from a thousand mile.
A friend that makes a heart
that never pains,
That washes away my
misery like the rains.
A friend like you is that type
of friend,
That puts all of my fears to
an end.
A friend that changed
everything around me,
By your side is where i
want to forever be.
A friend whose beautiful
name is ESTHER,
Whose future is so bright
like a star.
You are a smile in my
tearsful face,
And a wonderful memory i
can't erase.
You're a friend i promise to
keep till the end,
And forever i will be proud
to call you my best friend.
Let us move on, my heart,
Though the weight of yesterday still lingers,
There’s a horizon calling us,
With the promise of brighter fingers.
The past may bleed through every scar,
But we cannot stay in the shadows of who we were,
For the light of tomorrow is waiting,
A dawn that we can now prepare.
Let us move on, my soul,
Not forgetting, but forgiving,
For there’s strength in what we’ve lost,
And freedom in what we’re living.
The pain will not define us,
Though it tried to make us small,
We’ve risen from the ashes,
And we’ll stand proud through it all.
So let us move on, hand in hand,
Into a world that’s still unknown,
For every step we take together,
We’ll build a place to call our own.
Let us move on, and let it be,
A journey of becoming free.
In Memoriam - The Poem
To Barbara Price - My Loving Wife
April 23,1948 to January 18, 2022
By Franklin Price
01/20/2022
The years have flown, where have they gone, since nineteen sixty-nine?
When, in November, said our vows, I was yours and you were mine.
Said we'd have a life long marriage. Said that we would never part.
Those words we said, back then were true, and given from the heart.
We'd both seen disappointment from relations in the past
As we kissed, to seal the deal, we swore that it would last
More than two and fifty years ago, is when those binding words were said
Although your life has ended, they're still planted in my head.
God has taken you to Heaven, wherein his loving arms you rest.
In my heart and mind still have you. My life with you the very best.
Never thought that I'd outlive you, that was not for me to say.
Your love is still within me, and we'll meet again some day.
He took you first before me, cannot even fathom why.
I'll try to follow where he leads me until you greet me the sky
You'll always be here me, you're not going anywhere
God knows what's best for everyone, though I do not think it fair.
I'll make you proud, as you're both watching, from believers' promised land
I'll have our love, that's still within in me, until again I take your hand.
Good morning
Poem
Lionel Derbyshire
Good morning
Daughter dearest
So far away..
In my morning tea
I see you
I am thinking ..
Where ever you are ..
Whatever are
You doing now ..
Our hearts are aching for you
We feel you near.
We love you with every tick tock ..
Have a wonderful uplifting day
Keep strong and know that
You have done us proud.
You.. our beautiful gallery
I have seen you grow
From pitter and patter ..
To crawl and walk
From trial and try
And brave became
From shy to shine
Now standing tall
On your own two feet
You smile I smile
Right on time
Tick tock
Sync..sync..
Our mind's link
Together we wink
Suddenly my life has become one big bad news.
Forsaking, discouragement, affliction and humiliation,
What more do I have to lose?
I have become an object, targeted for destruction.
My heart and body become weary, longing for true affection
But all whom I try to be with don’t see me fit their selection
I’m now all alone left for dead and suffering,
What to do in such a situation
For I am just an earthling.
When I look up to the dark endless skies, crescent moon and countless stars,
I can’t believe I’m part of this great creation and wonders.
Great is the creation of the earth and all that’s in it,
Great is the creation of the universe and all that’s in it,
When I look at such big creations;- my life I can’t conceive it.
What different am I from the ant that I trample over without knowing?
Doesn’t it too have a purpose to where it’s going?
What different am I from the animals that are hunted down as prey?
Don’t they too have a purpose to the way they stay?
What different am I for I go through life the same way;
The arrogant and proud hunt me as prey everyday
Others knowing or without knowing block me from where I’m going.
But now I realize that without these afflictions I go astray
For since then the Lord has been good to me everyday
HE watches over me and when I’m lonely and downcast in HIS word HE comforts me.
I may be small and go through life as everything else in it,
But there’s ONE who’ll always be
A Father to all HE created.
For greater is life than what ‘we’ have made it.
LORD, my FATHER,
I may never fully understand my meaning in this life,
But I’ll always strive to fully comprehend YOUR Will as I go through this strife.
So I ask, my LORD, make open to me YOUR Will
For I have come to understand it’s what’s makes me live.
Do good to your servant according to YOUR Word,
Teach me knowledge and good judgment for I believe in your commands.
Form:
In days of old when men were bold
And they didn’t use moisturiser....
They shaved with a sword,
slapped whisky on their chin
And didn’t use aftershave in an atomiser
The scraped the dirt off with a shell, they reeked a good manly smell
They combed their hair with the jaw bone of an ass...
Not now oh no, their hairdryer is so big
You need a drying license to use it
there’s even an exam you have to pass
They broke their nails with hard work
A beer or two they do not shirk
But now it’s a wine bar and a manicure...
Oh where are the days when a man was a man
And not a female male that’s for sure
We woman must share the blame
We wanted equality
But then we took it too far...
Now we’re down the pub while they cook the tea
And we are the ones having a jar
There was nothing as nice as a man opening the door
To let a lady walk though
Not today’s man we find,
we have to stand behind
And open and hold the door for them to pass too...
When men were the ones we looked to for help
They always came through for us girls
No now I’m afraid,
they are busy at home
Baking cup cakes and tying ribbons for little girls...
In days of old when me were bold
And didn’t use a consealer
Proud to show off their scars
And not refuse a date,
To use their face mask and their skin peeler...
Girls we must shoulder some of the responsibility
We wanted to be more equal to our men
Now we get the tattoos,
Drink pints and pints of booze
Wear jack boots, party till dawn and even then...
Bring me back a real man,
I’ll do all that I can
To keep him happy in his manliness...
I’ll work at it hard and teach him well
Even if I have to I’ll pick out his dress…
© ~GG~ 28/12/2012
Please do not be upset all you men out there I was cleaning my bathroom, I have to grown sons and a husband. I was moving all the products while I cleaned the shelves and out of 15 different bottles and potions I found three were mine and one of those was my toothbrush. I borrowed my son’s hairdryer to dry some moister because I wanted to re-grout behind the sink. I had to ask him how to use it because it was digital…………….dah xx