Long Push forward Poems
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Where we run
Where we slide with ease
Where we push forward rapidly
Where we dare to be something we most possibly could not
Where we hope in view of real failure
Where we dance
Where we scream
Where we gaze into the heavens
Where we quickstep to the side
Where we eat and drink with thankfulness
Where we release our energy unto the world
Bright, sparkling, shining, wondrous
Where we love
Where we spin and swirl into the tornado that is endless passion
Where we swim in warm flesh
Where we can sink into one another
Where we fly
Where we soar
Where we are strong and sturdy
Where we are Spartan
Where we feel Gods energy slam into us
Where we burst forth with laughter at the gift
Where we breathe
Ever so slowly
Ever so gently
Where we hold a hand
Where we wipe a tear
Where we wrap arms around another
And pull sorrow away
Where we are noble
Where we are majestic
Where we are the purest of creatures created
Where I remember
Where I reclaim
Where I am reminded of truth
Where I am witness to giving
Where I sway with the trees
Where I attack
Where I retreat
Where I forgive
Where I let go
Where I close my eyes
Where I pause
Where I stop
make that distance run, be it short or long
one step in front of the other, just keep moving on
moving on towards the deep hidden treasures of the heart
realistically dreaming and understanding that the very first step is a glorious start
even more, having the courage to pick up the pieces when things have seemingly fallen apart
just picking up one is priceless, for it signifies a trying start
no excuses! no regrets! No wishful thinking!
just walk in the vestibule of effort and keep on moving
effort! simply put, nothing can replace it
just try, so when the lie of doubt appears, you can confidently erase it
push forward today and see what tomorrow will bring
leave nothing and take nothing for granted
just try, and you'll see that you can win
Form:
I sense how flummoxed one becomes
staring at the starless night while the rising fog
drifts around the grotesque figures
more terrifying than a wild, hungry dog...
nobody notices another transient
challenging fear and being too persistent!
Walking through the grove of elms
with an unfogged mind, I take slow footsteps
not being frightened by the groans of a lonely wolf,
a human can be more dangerous than an animal
when he has lived in the remoteness to escape grief;
I push forward being drenched by a sudden rainfall...
nobody notices another transient
with a zealous and intrepid spirit!
Where's that path which leads to torturous Hell?
That imagined Hades the Florentine poet described so well?
Why was Dante driven by foolishness, vengeance, and folly?
He despised the horrible deeds of his peers
and confined them in the place of eternal fire,
taking on a role which made his intolerance conspire;
he begged God to make them suffer in agony,
he could have felt compassion and stopped their screams...
nobody noticed another transient
enthralled by a vicious intent!
In your head did it ever occur
these stories are not about her
they’re not unprovoked
attacks or pokes
though some worthy jokes
that were provoked
but note that’s not why they’re wrote.
So what if I put her down with words
is it worse than the daily bullying she served,
stop and think
did you see what you believe to be true,
give reasons you dismiss me as you do.
So she didn’t do the things i say,
Is your exact memory aware of everyday,
you know because you witnessed
or you think I just pitch this like I’m witless,
when I’m factually witty with quickness.
Do you not believe me though you’re no true witness
and opt easy I’ve a mental sickness,
Cus I must admit this,
it is wild and out there, hard to believe,
But your memories offer insights, they won’t deceive,
and I wasn’t sacked I was forced to leave.
I tell these stories cus I’ve been aggrieved
but I’m not avenging nor sympathy my need.
I relive the story
See if it gives more for me
To push forward and see
If I can Restore and set free
my aim my need be a new me
it’s not important if we all agree,
no disrespect but it doesn’t matter to me
won’t change my reality at all you see
I’m not out to win over it’s all done for me.
You know let go, get living
once dealt with maybe forgiven
but letting it go it’s not an option
I deal with it so I can trot on.
If you don’t like it, don’t listen,
and if you don’t listen,
refrain a decision,
as you don’t hear and have no vision.
When the world seems too much, when there's too much push and pull, take a deep breath, take a step back. When everything seems too much, just remember, tomorrow is another day, and you can always try again, so don't be so hard on yourself, you're doing the best you can and that's all you can ask for. I understand the weight of the world, but there are some things out of your hands, some things you can't control, but that's OK, because even in your darkest moment there is still something to aim for push for, so get up push forward because tomorrow is another day to try, another day to learn and always remember you got this and don't let anyone tell you different your stronger than you think and no one can take that from you.
Even when it doesn't seem like it, there is always time, so push on to tomorrow, another day to make things better.
"Eat poor that day, eat rich the rest of the year.
Rice for riches and peas for peace."
- Southern saying on eating a dish of Hoppin' John on New Year's Day.
The first of twelve grapes eaten
quickly at midnight was sour.
January will be bad.
Better eat one more!
Collard greens I despise are
folded large bills on my plate.
Legumes represent mere coins.
I’ll eat tons of beans!
Pigs push forward; chickens don’t.
Hating pork, I can’t progress.
Eating noodles for long life -
Oops, my noodle broke!
Fish and round foods give good luck.
I don’t eat fish. No matter.
I might find the lucky prize
in the New Year’s cake.
Note: Mentioned in this poem were some of the more common
foods of the New Year dinner and the traditions surrounding them.
For Russell Sivey's Good Luck Meal Contest
War time department
Will not accept defection back in doors
Parody of film available
Dow Jones industrial
Cannot re accept bottom value
Lady lucks paying up the flag again
These folks don't make it
Per capita grief
Early spend
We have mess hall television also, kendall
Ventura county skid row tents not up
Zero coordination
Zero staff
No advertising industry pertaining to homekey letters
State non existent in thousand Oaks California
Federal lifeline tents not up at the ready
Diversion of speech
Diversion of federal service is
obstruction of coordinator
I am standing in
As press
Mandate dictates
Mandated law, life costs money, keep spending
At no point is order diverted
Budget in waiting needs only push forward
Coordinators not printing law lost in corruption
Inactive positions have resignation to indictment.
Reserved proactive response has limit to appearance
By defecting.
By defecting all departments are emptied
Tax is liened heavily in probe of illness
Assets and locomotion are removed
Tit for tat is always at hand
Spiralling home
The lockout is obstruction
First rotation of labor call
Paid time off
Vacation and retirement eligible personnel
Head towards water
Obstruction to relief in coordination
Please allow staff overflow outreach and key erasure
News summit of bargain as budget allows
Enjoy
"Turning"
Turning
towards the beginning
at the tip of the tail end,
we push forward through
the tunnel screaming
through the pain bathed
in water and blood,
annnointed and slapped
rudely awake by the details,
in the hand we are shuffled,
chords are cut like ties that bind,
we are separated from the chaff,
we are called by name, numbered
and tagged for the game, then
the measure of us, weighed
and registered, certified
in deeds like paper weights,
the double majors abruptly
change to bugger alls,
it’s all about the
words spoken
and heard
another story
borne
(LadyLabyrinth / 2023)
After all that’s happened
I never sat down to think.
I always wanted to push forward
and never looked back.
Who wants to sit down with pain?
Especially when all it does is hurt you.
It showed me parts of me I don’t like
and I try not to blame you.
Some days I curse you under my breath.
I daydream about if things had worked?
Then I get nightmares about doing that.
I try to think past the what ifs and
Accept what happened between us.
If I had the power to either forget you,
Or make you love me like I love you.
I’d choose to forget you.
Gasoline doesn’t control a dying flame.
You cut me deeply where the wound
Still feels the sear of your burning knife
As it thrusts right into my back,
With smoke burning my throat as it escapes
Despite all the pain, I don’t hold onto it.
Where would there be room for love,
If I choose to keep hating you?
Maybe we could’ve been friends,
If things didn’t turn out this way.
I can’t say I’m glad or upset that
We met under these circumstances.
All I have to say is, thank you
And I wish you good luck with
Everything.
Comfort rise
No enemies
For centuries
God reward
To help us push forward
Keying with heart
Is a worthy art
Second chance at life
Never chose to think twice
Through courage you have witnessed
True forgiveness
My beautiful destroyer of sin
Travel the world to see what should have been
Shine for your Savior
Welcome your adventure
Heal the broken hearts
Who bared the marks
Through imbalance
Find balance
Ease the shakiness
Enjoy your happiness
Self discipline
No more sins
Prayers referred
Through love you were heard
Feeling complete
You are now firm on your feet
No worries to your future
We pardon the sutures
Hard at work
Equal perks
Perfection through song
When notes belong
God wins
It begins