Long Raise Poems
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The edge of a knife
Between hell and heaven
Rode hard, put up wet
At age twenty-seven
‘Twas never in doubt
Inspired, these artists
But those who fly high
Oft crash down the hardest
They wrestled their demons
In public displays
Poor young tortured souls
Awash in the praise
Surreal, making magic
While up on the stage
The young troubadours
For a turbulent age
So much adulation
Could not ease the pain
Right there, in plain sight
They circled the drain
We raise up our heroes
Then cast them aside
No consideration
No one to confide
Twenty-seven’s too young
For exiting doors
But sad though it is,
There’ll be plenty more…
I have this strange feelings twirling in my stomach since yesterday and it will not go away, it is not a feeling of pain, it’s not a feeling of shame or guilt, it is the feeling you get when someone has taken your heart away. You know the one that young lovers get when they fall in love for the first time and don’t have a dime? It is not quite like that but almost like that. It feels like something is literally twirling in my stomach, I am not sure if it is butterfly or middle age crisis.
I was supposed to be going places, soaking in hot springs and enjoying fine beaches. I was supposed to be going places, skiing on the slopes, and holding on to the ropes, climbing branded mountains and spending the night in the wooded cabins piled up with snow around me with a little fire place to warm my hands and feet while sipping hot chocolates from my brand name mug.
But here I am in this place stuck for four long years suffocating from the stanch coming from the toilet pit hardheaded children screaming from the top of their voices, stirring my bones and sinews, great god, I have to start my life anew.
I grip firmly to my pride listening to the commotion around me and the cars racing up and down the alley, the music box shouts from across the street while the night fades slowly before me and embracing daylight in front of me. The birds start swirling in the restless sky looking for the early morning goodbye.
I walked along the road and looked at their faces soaked with anxiety and parched variety; the waxing moon hinges its burden to the sky and watches the people as they go by. Plunging into precipice and drowning in waterfalls. I watch the lines moving around the bend; parallel lines, straight line, zigzag lines, curved lines and horizontal lines that one can walk on. I followed the diagonal line to the end looking for a new friend but the butterfly kept twirling in my stomach and I feel like throwing up.
Change the plot or many more will rot, change the plot and get the people out of the rock, change the plot and get me back on track. Change the plot so that I can wear a brand new frock. Change the plot to end the shock. Change the plot and raise your glasses.
Walking down a forsaken road will often lead to mourning
Life offers no guarantee of happiness. There is no warning
that in dark places, there lurks a wicked demon, spawning
temptations before us. We should reject him with scorning
Never make a deal with the bird catcher who lies in wait
He'll know your weakness and cast a line with lure and bait
He knows you wear no armor, nor a protective breastplate
impregnable enough to prevent him from sealing your fate
Faust, the fool, sold his soul to the devil in return for power
It was an unwise pact from which any Christian should cower
But the need for greed causes a heart to be cold and dour
unable to repel the diabolical one's angry stare; his glower
Flee from the serpent's talons, close your ears to his flatters
or you will discover your life torn apart in pieces and tatters
Too late to right your wrongs when your whole world shatters
Before bargaining with the devil, think about what matters
Selling your soul will do you in. Sin will lead to your doom
with you trapped in his cage; a burning hell with fiery plume
Don't be like Faust, faltering when choosing power to consume
Turn your back on the wicked beast or live your life in gloom
Stay your hand from signing your soul into the pit of hell
Raise your defenses, unlike greedy Faust, who long ago fell
into the clutches of evil when his integrity he decided to sell
so, the dooms day bell will not be pealing your death knell
You are a surprise,
And you can be the surprise
In another person’s life -
A light in their joy or strife.
Better is one day in His House,
Don’t rob what God has vowed to espouse.
He is the everlasting Bread of Heaven,
Sit still, let His peace be given.
Feed on Him, till you want no more,
Richer than banks are heaven's store.
Raise your cup to Him in anticipation,
Lift it up - in your secret place of adoration.
Allow Him to surprise you indeed,
With the miracles of what you need.
He never fails, He never disappoints -
His grace is strong, His radiance anoints!
Thank God for the day I was born
in nineteen hundred sixty-one.
For devout and loving parents
who taught me to love God and pray.
Though we were poor, we were content,
our humble home, we did not rent.
My father worked hard to provide
and lived with dignity and pride.
Thank God for a resourceful mom
who managed life with such aplomb.
For three sisters born before me
and the three that came after me.
It takes a village to raise a child.
My village helped to keep me mild.
Thank God for village folks who cared
and for the loving gifts they shared.
I thank God for an alert mind,
and for the body He designed.
For eyes that see and ears that hear,
I’m thankful for another year.
The scholarship to Agri school
plunged me into the college pool.
Thank God for all the things I’ve learned
and for the degrees I have earned.
My church played an important role
in nurturing my childish soul.
I’m thankful for the noble traits
instilled by my religious faith.
I thank God for the following:
for freedom and country living,
a neighborhood free from fighting
and for fresh air and water giving,
for fresh air and clean water giving.
For life, health, and peace providing,
healthy relationships sharing,
varied foods supplied for eating
and healthy juices for drinking.
For His tender care, and keeping,
faithful friends and loved ones caring.
For His watchful eye protecting
and His grace salvation giving.
Thank you, God, for your Holy Word,
that daily keeps my spirit spurred.
For sure salvation full and free
enjoyed by me at three score and three.
On April 26, 1992 a baby boy was born to parents that did not want him. The parents chose to not abort, instead of terminating his life in the womb, they gave him up for adoption. Adopted he was loved and had wonderful parents that cared and nurtured him through his upbringing. Because two wonderful human beings cared for this young man, he grew up to be a role model for other Kids, in a generation where Heroes are needed to be looked up to, in a dark world that we are living in today. This young man did not succumb to drugs, crime, or hate. He stood out like a beacon of light and hope for those less fortunate in those evil environments. He was an overcomer to say the least. The one in a million Lottery ticket winner, if you will. Sadly he could have been an aborted statistic but God had other plans for this young man. At 30 years old he was 6ft 7 inches tall, 282 lbs. He beat the world record for homeruns in a single season without using drugs, or steroids, he accomplished this with hard work and training, and dedication. He is on par to win one of Baseball's greatest Honors, the Triple Crown. He could be the greatest player to play baseball of all time, but more importantly the life he has led, overshadows his abilities as a baseball player. He is what Heroes are made of. It all started with a Couple's love to adopt. Yes, my friends, the Hero I am referring to is America's greatest baseball player Aaron Judge. The story doesn't end there. For there are Five Heroes here. They are the original parents that chose to spare his life and give him up for adoption. They are Patty and Wayne Judge who opened their homes and hearts to raise a lovely son for the world to appreciate and love. Aaron leads by example. In all of the darkness in this world, God gave us a Light to see and appreciate through Aaron Judge...
Michael Tor
Inspired by Don Baron's article.
Dedicated to all baseball fans,
Yankee fans, and my brother
Gus for his love of Baseball.
I'm fallilng. 'lept from the highest point,
clouds beneath me, I have time to reflect.
My lady once smiled, she then left me in disgust,
Now I remember of how she wept.
A flock of birds cross my path,
are these like my family and friends of whom I knew
but their memories are just fleeting thoughts
as I raise my arms and towards the rainbow I aptly fuel
Colors of the seasons of which I was acquainted
now an arc to welcome my death.
Where did I go wrong?
Will I ever rest?
I accelerate and fold into a fetal position...
birth, marriage, parenthood.
I lived life as a broken man,
there is little I understood.
The ground is near,
the sounds of the city I begin to hear.
Will God catch me?
Will he hold me dear?
The tree tops are now in my reach,
to the viewers there's no more to teach.
I close my eyes and nod my head,
the ground begins to preach.
Sunday, November 21, 2021
Your Life Flashes Before Your Eyes Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Matt Caliri
The Sea sighs under distant skies,
spinning stories of love and fear.
And as the wind whistles tall tales,
old seamen, cup their ears to hear.
Prospects of fabulous treasures,
gives imagination a stir.
And like a siren, the Sea calls
salty sailors to come to Her.
She sings along with humpback whales,
as they serenade Her with love.
And at night, She dances with light,
beamed from a glowing moon above.
Her cascading waves raise spirits,
only to watch them swiftly fall.
For She's drowned many a poor soul,
answering Her seductive call.
She connects Her heart to your heart,
through a language more felt than heard.
And yet, some say She speaks clearly;
without Her uttering a word.
To all those reading this, to all those that are awake
Take with you my love, it is there to take
Keep your spirits up; be they topped with a mixer
Raise a glass to all, for love is life’s elixir
May the New Year bring you blessings, blessings all around.
Even if it costs you, pay out for another round
I wish to all the best for you, I pray it will come true
And not only that, I have some plans especially for you.
You know who you are; at least I’d like to think
So raise a glass to us, go and have another drink
It will keep you calm until we meet and knowing I love you
Until we meet again, and watch the flame of love burn true.
©
Children are gifts, to which parents brought life
Treasures to cherish, keep from trouble and strife
Guide them and shape them, try to invest
Just how you raise them will aid their progress.
Tell them you love them is the number one rule
Never compare them to others, that’s certainly not cool
Be patient and listen it never does harm
Hugging them daily, makes them feel charmed.
Read them a story and broaden their mind
Encourage them daily for their own way to find
Leave them no doubt; you intend to always be there
That they’ll learn from mistakes so never show fear
Sitting and talking is how families have meals
Sharing life with your loved ones, is part of the deal
Chores give them value as part of your team
Talk them through problems, and give them esteem
Tell them hard work, not talent, is the true way to earn
Help them with homework you might even learn
Consequences come, as a result of an action
That time spent together is never distraction
Parenting’s not easy, with the odd stumble and fall
Remember simple stuff works like throwing a ball
Support and inspire them to chase all their dreams
Making good adults is the number one theme.
*Not everyone will agree and there are so many other thing that could be added.