Long Push Poems
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If we delay pushing back,
Telling others it is wrong to do that,
Putting on a hard hat,
Leaving a one bedroom flat,
Giving bodies less fat,
Chasing the money trail to a fat cat
Smelling a rat,
Going out to bat,
Getting rid of the weeds covering the welcome mat,
Reading the latest crime stat,
Giving a word to the wise, to a bureaucrat,
Making gangs scat,
Checking the thermostat,
Firing a technocrat.
If you can show me, how we will be ok if we don't start pushing back,
And just turn our back on all of that,
That the system will cope and we will all grow fat,
With no freedom being lost if we ignore all that,
That profit after tax will stay pat,
That everybody over 60 will still be able to bat,
That children will have no nightmares,
If we delay pushing back on most of that,
Then I will eat my hat.
Tuesday comes and you may not know what to think
When Tuesday comes, you may not know what to think
Something might occur to push you over the brink
There’s a famine in the fields that once gave grain
Famine’s in the fields that once gave grain
And the peasants in the village have gone insane
How come my love doesn’t look at me no more?
Tell me why my love won’t look at me anymore
Last night, she gave me detailed directions to the door
A blood moon waxing and the sun is black with shame
Bloody moon waxing, while the sun is black with shame
Look up at the stars — you can see the Fates know your name
Key is turned and the missiles are comin’ on home
When that key is turned, the missiles will be comin’ on home
And we’ll forget all the words for the things we’ve ever known
Tuesday comes and you may not know what to think
When Tuesday comes, you may not know what to think
So taste the last rays of love on your lips like a drink
So my heart has been warmed and touched by those who took the time in this selfish world to greet my once-a-year birthday greetings tunes. May your day be the day of love and growth for you also someone to care that you lived another year.. someone to express greeting means a heart filled thanks for the river of constant love that flows from heart to heart in the cycle of life.. May the river of kindness never run dry in my world your world of met and greet.
So the latest is from my birthday tell yesterday I have been all of a sudden very ill some say a psychic attack all right so with the tears in my eyes I tried to smile but the attacks did not stop very severely pain, so I prayed and I prayed all night long and cried so hard my eyes were swollen the pain remained and the dreams battles were fierce dizzy spells and I could not walk very far all of a sudden it was over. But my body is still very weak so every kind gesture has humbled me and the music keep me alive just believing in the songs that no wrong would bury my destiny keep me climbing this push to my inner flame and for you you don,t want to be me a lonely place to be great test and the still small voice and light that guides the way to. What the Holy Father wants from our time down here on earth. Update on my work.......................................................................
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I was one of the cool set,
navy blue duffle coat, scarf around
my neck, seated at a table
in Pepe's Coffee Lounge
discussing Baudelaire
and T.S. Eliot and the demise
of the political elites.
The conscription ballot hung
over our heads helmeted
in a flowering of uncombed hair
in the winter of 1966.
We thought the world was about
to tip, that the old regime
was coughing its last
on Craven A and Camel cigarettes.
Booze was cheap and jobs
chased us down the street.
In a hundred buried silos,
annihilation was just a push
of a button away.
We partied hard beneath
the threat of that mushroom cloud.
We're old now, sit under the cloud
of our own thoughts, replaying
scratchy, worn out tracks
retrieved from the sleeves
of our neural LP's.
What we tore down back then
has been replaced with more
sinister demons that eat away
at the collective soul.
In the end, everything
is just reabsorbed.
Some of us still frequent
coffee shops and discuss
Baudelaire and T.S. Eliot,
still write poetry,
shed a tear
at the melancholic beauty
of a setting sun.
First Day Of Spring
March twentieth, the first day of our spring,
though fickle she may be, buds start to stir.
The soothing breezes and sun's warming fling
bring magic as rebirthing will confer
to push the reign of winter out of sight;
repaint the scenery with tints of green,
and set the stage for shows of spring's delight
as her soft haze of new growth can be seen.
Heard are the chirps of birds with hopeful songs
of romance as they relish spring's new glow.
All creatures stir from winter sleep in throngs,
and brooks are bubbling full, from melted snow.
On this first day of spring...what joy we feel...
with reborn earth, new life, new hope, new zeal!
Sandra M. Haight
~4th Place~
Premiere Contest: Spring Is In The Air
Sponsor: Emile Pinet
Judged: 03/05/2018
It's been days since I have written anything, was busy matching the real and reel
I smile when I catch eyes on me,
hiding my pain,
separating the alphabets of day and night;
unbinding my thoughts from my poems.
"Does it matter? ; Will it matter?"
are now out of the drawer
I know nothing would change till I do myself.
No loop holes, no magic shall happen
till I push for a breakthrough
but there is a glass not half empty instead
broken into pieces invisible to all but me.
Wondering why was she sent with
groundbreaking ability to survive
Live and live but to live like death
A Lost soul with a weeping heart
and a smile plastered on,
telling a happy story in hell.
I am not writing anything these days
My fingers may bleed
but I am out of band-aids.
~ Shreshtha Mishra
Summer’s seasoned lacings, all fetching,
uplift timid heartbeats with etchings.
Sunshine warmly touches me sky brushed.
Languid summer holds playtime sketching.
Touching water’s velvet soft richness,
sensuously tender in thickness,
captivates my deepest of senses.
Water must thrill summer as mistress.
Delight I hold when my garden shines
with produce sun thriving on green vines.
Sorrow stirs when garden grows dirt-dim
from Autumns push upon summer lines.
No coat, no sweater – summer bare feet –
dressing is a bit of style pieced sweet.
Summer freedom within her Eden
lifts my joy on high inside complete.
Horseshoes, croquet, hiking on park trails,
fishing, crabbing, grilling lobster tails -
all eases for adult stressed creases,
all pieces of summer’s bright details.
In summertime, I am a thrilled child
innocently day tripping beguiled
thru exciting treasures season swayed
until autumn shades persuade sun’s exile.
As the blade leaves the scabbard
As light hits the virgin steel
The emotions well up inside me
And i begin to feel
i feel the lust of battle
as the katana slices through
through skin and bone and even souls
im no longer even thinking
all thought process lost
The sword has taken over
All emotion gone
Parrying and slashing to the swords sweet song
It sounds just like a mountain wind
As it sweeps the valley floor
And glistens like a lagoon
On an islands summer shore
So just as fast as it began
It stops so suddenly
As i wipe the blade with my fingers
To remove the crimson blood
as i push the blade into the scabbard
To send him safely home
That is the final note of the ancient samurai song
Form:
When I don't think about love, silent as lambs,
women come flocking to me; many times
they gather to chat in a corner
and whisper with fingers pointing,
" What a charmer! What a lover! "
I am truly psychic and intuitive,
and before they start talking,
I can read their silly minds and burst into laugh;
and all the illusive ones may not exercise caution...
but believe me, none of this means provocation!
Oh, women...more stunning than the summer' stars,
only one of you I can choose, and that one
will be the one who has kept the promise of a secret;
and this special dance, so imminent, she really deserves!
Oh, women...with anxious eyes so provocative,
I can't share any of these moments, and become
that sex idol that's drawing all the focus and attention;
go after other guys who are more handsome, talkative and smart!
I 'm the quite guy who likes staying home with his gal,
and spend an evening by candle light... away from the noise and gossip!
I like to be the center of attention when I walk
into a room full of attractive and elegant gals,
and kissing my favorite lady can spark some commotion!
I hate to push some aside, but my choice is final;
and will somebody turn pale with jealousy, let her find an alternative!
Everyone may get the wrong idea when a guy is gallant and bright,
but, all in all, do they think that a perfect match is a God-given right?
Romance loses its fascination when roses don't arrive;
and what's is the real reason behind it, if not a loss of interest?
Can romance ever last without the affections that love imparts ?
" What a charmer! What a lover! " is all I hear; irresistible women,
I appreciate your compliments and excitement...tone down
your uncontrollable emotions, don't fill
this room with words that gigolos love to hear!
I am a faithful Romeo: sentimental, shy, lovable and very sincere,
but another beauty cannot deceive me;
have you noticed how many smiles are flashed at me?
I can only accept the simplest and truest one!
Words...like perfection and glamour aren't in my dictionary,
simplicity and faithfulness are the most desirous and impeccabile!
Copyright 2009 by Andrew Crisci
Heaven Here
I stare at the photo,
unbidden… tears fill my eyes.
I can barely see.
I hate that about me.
You would laugh.
You always laughed.
I wish
that I could
still hear you laugh.
I think that I have,
grown deaf.
It is my heart-it has hardened.
It happened, no matter how I tried.
I am sorry, my love.
I prayed to your Lord,
Yes “He” answered me.
I tend the garden
at the church,
every week.
I pull the weeds, when my hands hurt.
I remembered when you held them.
I push the mower, and try not to stumble.
I have to prove that I can do it,
I can carry on…
without,
you.
Even if it is…
not,
true.
Ever “He” is with me,
as I pass my days.
I know that soon,