Long Quickness Poems
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It came on with the quickness,
Stuck in a body full of sickness —
On your knees, praying for forgiveness.
But that’s not likely when you took this in vain;
Many roads ahead of you — they all lead to pain.
Given the chance, you’d refill your veins,
Cold shakes and withdrawals scrambling your brain.
Feeling like Adam in a false Garden of Eden,
Surrounded by temptation — and temptation’s a demon.
“Go on, just take one little bite…
It won’t hurt you, it will be alright.”
Hitting your body harder than a thunderous smite.
It’s an addiction that will destroy your whole life,
Leave you living a lonely existence,
With a head full of cravings,
And marriage to its persistence.
But this altar you kneel at is carved out of bone —
Your veins are its temple,
Your flesh is its throne.
And when you beg for mercy,
No god will remain —
Just the echo of needles
Whispering your name.
i'm not sure how old i was when i realized the cruelty of men
maybe it was when i was first touched
back when i thought touch equated to love
trust and faith
or maybe it was when i started growing a chest
and all the men would stare and yell
as i held my favorite disney backpack close
a barrier
maybe it was when i believed men held the capabilities of genuine friendship
before i learned they always had to take
friendship never came for free
it cost me my soul
and yet he walked away
untouched
maybe it was when i realized
all the blame i held onto my mother
hatred fueled by her supposed wrong doings of my father
her kindness and patience towards me
towards him
his quickness to bash her
was the doing of my father
the reason behind the pain of no parental guidance in my youth
maybe it was when i got into my first real relationship
quickly realizing the truths of my mothers warnings
when i gave him all my fragile mind and soul had to offer
only for the new and shiny to catch his gaze
and have his love unveil in front of my eyes
letting me crash and flame away
without a single sense of remorse
maybe it was when i still attempted to provide him with all the care one could give
without a single sense of appreciation thrown upon me
maybe it was when i realized i am nothing but a woman
only deserving of their respect when i wear crop tops and lashes
when i look my best and never at my worst
when i offer them my body as a way of thanks for their mere actions
when the benefits no longer exist for them to reap
all sense of respect and admiration disintegrates without a thought
im not sure how old i was when i realized the cruelty of men
5, 13,17,19
21,30,50
infinitely experiencing the cruelty produced
by those produced by me
and my mother
and the infinite circle of the creators of life
I am a liberal conservative
who is confident when nervous.
Living as a pessimistic optimist,
I imagine what the worst is
only to quickly dismiss this.
As a depressed, joyous person
my moods are rarely self-chosen.
My dumbness is quite intelligent
and both are often equally lent
to my love I freely see spent.
Fragile coats all my strength.
So shy is my boldness length
it forms soft iron clad links.
I love to both dance and sing,
but have no rhythm or tune zing.
I am content being domestic
until stress turns my calm hectic
and I loudly whimper for a peptic.
I make serious, snap decisions
within many days of quickness.
I believe the world needs rules
for me to follow as I choose.
Awake, I dream of the 1800’s -
a rustic life with modern plumbing.
On and off contradictions do not stay gone.
I hope it's all right to think this wrong.
When God is too big, then
we must cut Him down to size....
So we make shiny idols or sad dolls
and some vainly try to squeeze
the Lord of the Universe into small
rigid boxes of dogma and doctrine,
while others with cold hearts would
stuff Him into cheap bags of denial:
"See,' they shout with pride, 'Look!
There's nothing in this sack--empty,
empty, empty-- only fools believe!'
But the world weary, those wise to
human nature, its quickness to evil,
and who see the essential emptiness
of mortality-- only they have learned
to listen for God in the wind, to seek
Him in the blackest night, and in time,
they'll even feel His heartbeat in the
quickness of life, and sense the wonder
of His strength in the glue called love.
The eagle’s wings flap with elegance and vigor;
even though the wind blows with great strength and power.
While both branch and twig sway due to a shrill clear sound,
as the green leaves rustle above the conscious ground.
This ferocious feathered appendage shows fierceness;
He untiringly glides with deftness and quickness.
Because he lets hope and trust win over the storm
that intends to inflict evil, damage, or harm.
When he is on a flight, his eyes are on target;
seeing his abode in the mountain of sunset.
He shows sheer happiness and joy when he goes home;
reaching the nest of his young ones that never roam.
He fearlessly leaps from the tree to fly and glide
to scan the view below with his glory and pride.
His eyesight shows sharpness along with his keen mind;
his heart bravely pulsates as love is there to find.
Tonight the black cats and witches run amuck,
Tonight is the night I once again become moonstruck.
When will you come to me out of the mist,
You must come soon, I insist.
When the midnight hour draws near,
Everything will become clear.
Where are you now,
Can you hear me call to you without uttering a sound?
I hear only the quickness of my heart's beat,
Smell only the sweetness in the air I breathe.
I can sense you near,
Yet I feel no fear.
I know that tonight I shall give all of my being to you,
Yet ever since I've met you that is all I've wanted to do.
I want to give you my soul,
But that you have already stole.
Come to your bride,
Draw me to your side.
Sink your teeth into my nape,
And seal our fate.
Before the morn,
Anew vampire shall be born.
Take me as your bride forevermore,
And we shall be apart nevermore.
The spring on the door reverberates. Freedom of the outdoors, a chill in Spring air. Minecraft becomes an imaginary sport. Boys swinging wooden branches - their swords, smacking the bark of innocent trees. We watch from our loungers on the screened-in deck. Dusk waits to enter the stage as the boys rush from the upper yard, down the stairs then up onto the deck and go inside as we hang back. The inside screen snapped in place. Us ladies converse about this and that. Interrupted by
the quickness of a red fox, social distancing, yet very close. He darts, headed for the front yard. She jumps to go inside and bounces off the screen. We laugh and run into the living space - to the long windows, and see the creekbound animal stop to bury treasure in my canted yard.
We return to the deck with the boys. The mundane interspersed with excitement. We ponder what meaty part or animal bone’s preserved for another day — a squirrel perhaps, a bunny, a cat. We strategize over what to do with a closer encounter of the wild kind. The little one whips out a pretend gun. “Now,” mama says, “ that’s not the way. We stay very still especially if the fox is unaware of us.”
Unaware of us, but we are utterly aware of his rugged beauty, his bushy tail, the fact that he’s not a tame dog or cat.
Later, kin asks if I snapped a picture. I would have had to venture outdoors, the tricky fox nearly hidden behind the tree, near the bottom of the hill. However my mind snapped a few, to be stashed in my dendrite album, and I know my ruddy neighbor will return for his forage of food. Perhaps I will catch a bite,
speedily snapping a moment, ken to the fact that my phone’s not up to the task.
4/29/2020
The element of fire in one’s birth sign
Connotes a person zealous and upright.
Goal-oriented, with desire to win,
He thrives on challenges; for truth he’ll fight!
The person “grounded” (element of earth),
Is prudent, stable and reliable.
He’s good with business and enjoys it when
His senses are aroused; he’s physical!
The element of air, that of the seer,
Is given him with quickness of the mind.
The great communicator keeps informed;
To self-appraisal also he’s inclined!
A bearer of good will who serves mankind
Is he with water’s sign. Emotions flow.
He freely gives, but then when he is hurt,
He’s shy and rarely lets that feeling show.
Four elements known as Triplicities -
Each representing three astrologies!*
NOTE: Everyone probably has a little bit of each
element in his astrological chart because one is born
with his sign in the moon and in all the other planets in
addition to the sun (one‘s main astrological sign); however,
some people have a preponderance or even a lack of one
or more elements in their charts, and that is what makes us
all different.
*Fire represents Leo, Aries and Sagittarius
*Earth represents Taurus, Virgo and Capricorn
*Air represents Gemini, Libra, and Aquarius
*Water represents Cancer, Scorpio and Pisces
For "The Four Elements" contest, sponsored by Barbara Gorlick
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.
Poetry. So, perhaps - A Zombie Nation Suffering from Mass infiltration - must Collapse..
Populations of hitherto otherwise spirited God faring Humanity,
Our civilisations,
Are forced by a Judeo-Masonic and brazenly satanic Slight of Hand,
An abhorrent clearly visible and desperate Profanity,
That are now suffering in states of obscure, catastrophic, multiple humiliations,
In an increasingly psychotic dystopia and obvious desperate land..
Unfortunately, we were living under imposed and indoctrinated suppressed liberations,
For, it was never in truth a Sovereign State,
No matter one's naive comprehensions,
Though sadly it was always intended as our eternal fate,
We ask you now - what are we all doing in this awful fixed aberration..?
Relaxing our grip on reality to the point of exasperation,
Escape if one can to the natural wilderness, with family and all worldly possessions, with overdue necessary quickness,
Away from occult Jewish control, psychosis and creeping, accepted, imposed sickness,
As they have prepared and employed all manner of emotional traps,
Our freedoms now rely on our mental fitness..
Do you now concede to our shared predicament and reality..perhaps?
As I sit here and write you are my witness..
A Zombie Nation Suffering from Mass infiltration - must Collapse
Kurt Hubbard-Beale
15th September 2025
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