Long Questions Poems
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College nights in Kentucky
Not at all about blue grass
But blaring voices
Ricocheting across campus
And just beyond
Past the white picket fences
My blond friend walked his bike next to me
Greasy chains and rattling spokes
After a couple beers, leaving the cute one behind
He looked at me and told me I was handsome
That if I played my cards right
I could have whoever I wanted
So I watched him like a god disappear
On that cherry red Schwinn
Wondering if I needed him to say that
To feel it behind hazel eyes
Today I still, still, wonder
Silent questions and answers
But it’s my choice to feel beautiful
Even if, right now, from a distance
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Silence first knows of itself
Self-knows only answers
For self or silence, there is no room for questions
The measure of silence is equal to the measure of self
There is no more and there is no less
It is for what it is
A stringent strategy
Discipline is absolute
Accords of righteousness
Benefits for the private sector
The world of the deaf
has accustomed itself
to a world of the hearing
Seijaku
teaches parallels
where the hearing finds the paradox
in the world of silence that offers solutions
a balance worlds of the nexus
creative self-equality
within themselves and the world around them
Failure invites chaos and mayhem
Always remember
shadows are friendlier forms to the daylight
then are with the night.
Words like butterflies take wings,
As we open our mouths to sing.
Voices soft or loud and clear,
Sharing thoughts for all to hear.
Choose your words with gentle care,
Like picking flowers sweet and fair.
Speak with kindness, truth, and grace,
Light-up smiles on every face.
Take a breath before you start,
Let the words flow from your heart.
Enunciate each syllable,
Make your meaning knowable.
Listen first, then have your say,
Take turns in a friendly way.
Pitch your voice to soothe the ear,
Neither shouty nor unclear.
Paint pictures with your phrases bright,
Bringing stories to light.
Ask questions, seek to understand,
Building bridges across the land.
Speaking is a wondrous art,
Connecting mind to mind and heart to heart.
So raise your voice and play your part,
Let your words make a brand new start.
They are,
Still in touch with reality
They Value logistics over statistics,
They ask the right questions.
They don't believe in a totally cashless society,
Their vision for the future includes a roadmap,
That leads to prosperity for more than 10.
They see People, Water and the environment,
As assets that should never be auctioned off to the highest bidder,
They see benefit in strong communities.
They never make cuts across the board,
They understand that some services should never be contracted out.
That due diligence in this day and age is a heavy responsibility,
And put extra time and resources into it.
They understand that most white collar crime increases when,
Staffing levels drop to a point where,
The temptation to borrow and pay back,
Without anyone being the wiser,
Seems risk free to more people than you think.
They don't believe in overtaxing children,
But see value in afterschool jobs.
They refuse to hire spin doctors.
So you find your light down there in the dark, down there the light burns for you so bright.
You feel the warmth of the cold street light where rain finds the tears you cry.
Sharp edged paving creases your skin as you crawl to find your sight. Torment rages deep within as day turns once again into the night.
It comforts you as it drowns the fire burning you alive. The questions you ask to kill the pain only bring it more to life.
So you find your light down there in the dark, down there the light burns for you so bright.
That secret world you create in your mind drives you and reality apart.
Little hands lifted to the Lord
Praying and praising
Letting God know He’s adored
Little hands raised to God
Hoping for a answer
To prayers that applaud
Little hands lifted up to the Lord
Sharing heart and soul
With the One who has restored
Little hands raised in faith
Reaching toward the heavens
Listening to what God saith
Little hands lifted to the Lord
Yearning for answers
To prayers filled with love of one accord
Little hands raised in trust
Knowing God will listen
To a prayer that is truly just
Little hands lifted to the Lord
Sure that God will answer
Solve the questions others have ignored
Little hands raised in praise
Thanking the God who created us
For giving us everything which does amaze
Q: What type of people are considered to be outside and not admitted into the city
of the New Jerusalem according to Revelation 22:15?
A: Outside are the dogs (unbelieving gentiles,) those who practice magic arts,
the sexually immoral, the murderers, the idolaters, and everyone who loves
and practices falsehoods.
Q: What type of people are going to become admitted into the city of the New
Jerusalem according to Revelation 22:14.
A: Blessed are those who wash their robes (purify themselves via salvation,)
that they may have the right to the tree of life and may go through the gates
into the city.
Cancer Critter runs rampant
It wanders our earth and kills
Still unable to erase it completely
Not sure we ever will?
Cancer Critter can be deadly
If bitten you are seriously unwell
Symptoms are often silent
Often no way to tell
If you or someone you love are bitten
It’s a frightening time for sure
Your mind completely overwhelmed
With fear, uncertainties, questions galore
The road ahead will be long
There will be a battle to fight
Some succumb to the Cancer Critter
Others survive its nasty bite
Cancer Critter is repulsive
It’s so ugly and black
It creeps around finding victims
Then quietly attacks……
Take care and just beware
Monitor the best you can
Be mindful of the Cancer Critter
Critical we rid it from our land
It’s three in the morning
If I touch your breasts
Will you respond
Or scream
You scream
It’s three in the morning
I listen to you breathing
We breathe in unison
For a while we become one
Then I choke
It’s three in the morning
The smell of sex lingers
The point of no return
Do you care
I wonder
It’s three in the morning
Many affairs have passed
I lie thinking
Was there a time
Was there
It’s three in the morning
You’re two years gone now
Time still asks questions
Bitterness pollutes you
All of you
It’s three in the morning
I lie awake
The walk to the court
Ten seconds to end a lifetime
Divorced
It’s three in the morning
Death came calling
Did you cry my name
I lie here wondering
Spellbound inside a castle of light
Twinkling stars on tapestries outside
Emerald horses flying in ecstasy
Plum mulberry sunset curling in violet sunrise
Galaxies ensnare bubbling stories at nights
Blushing clouds flying to waterfalls of dew
Where ancient scars dissolve into void
And God will bless our innocent souls
This picture of heaven since I was a child
Remained with me until I stepped outside
The road I traverse reminds me of home
Amid the existence I strive to create
Splashes of peach in a tranquil courtyard
Lyrical verses in melodies of chirping cuckoos
Grandpa's armchair boasting as my grand throne
Grandma brought cookies bubbling with love
Mama's cushioned disdain entwined secret praises
Daddy took me far into parallel universes
Your sheepish smile at my naive questions
Wrapping me in your blanket of divine love
The stories we created under the starlit roof
Windows reflecting Jasmine bushes swaying to bedside
That corner behind the ancient mahogany tree
Where leaves rattled in rain and breathed under snow
Turned pale and crimson at our clicks of words
On laps of dewdrops seeping scintillation of years
Exploring distant lands to delve deep into minds
A land I dream of cocooned with bliss
The palatial abundance of being together
With memories I cherish and days to celebrate
Is nothing less than the heaven that exists
In clouds I believe afterlife will be like this.
May 24, 2020
Heaven Poetry Contest
Sponsor: Regina Riddle
Winner: Third Place